Oh Maisie.

She had her teeth cleaned yesterday and, thanks to a mid-air collision with Jake a few years back in which they both went for the ball and knocked heads so hard all three of us saw stars, she had to have a tooth pulled.

And because the Muffinhead is a delicate flower, she came out of the anesthesia howling like a banshee, and for the next NINE HOURS continued to vocalize her discontent until finally, at 10:30 last night, she fell asleep.

So here she is this morning, a bit shaken by the whole ordeal, accepting hugs and kisses from her sickbed and urging anyone who wanders within eye contact to consider her psychic pain and pretty please, fetch her another treat.