My dentist doesn't scold, but my guilt is so huge that he can say "How have you been?" and I will fling myslef on the floor screaming "I've been not flossing, okay? Not flossing AT ALL! Stop hounding me about it, for the love of God!"

BWAH!

Ever since I went to the periodontist and had my teeth scraped BELOW the gum line, I floss EVERY SINGLE DAY. It's true. I never want to experience that again.

Owen = TEH CUTE.

And *I* get to see him in a week!!!! (And that lady who he calls "Mom," too....)

This situation is more like the cat tolerating Sam. Sam may outweigh Oz by 45 lbs, but he is the cat's bitch.

This is generally the way it works in non-fighty dog/cat households, especially after the first time the dog gets a fully unclawed paw across the snout.

It's amusing when the dogs occasionally demonstrate their size advantage, though. One household I know, the dog puts up with almost everything, but past a certain point he will lightly gnaw on the cat's head (no damage done, just typical dog mouth conditions and light teething pressure). The cat will usually get less bratty for a while at that point.

I brush regularly, but I only floss once a month or so except for the two weeks right before my next dental visit. And then I always get compliments on my fabulous oral hygeine and how marvelous I'm being with the flossing and all. Which makes me shudder when I reflect on the half-assedness of my oral hygeine and wonder what kind of skank-ass teeth the dentist usually sees.

This is generally the way it works in non-fighty dog/cat households, especially after the first time the dog gets a fully unclawed paw across the snout.

My cats will occasionally swat at the dog and he'll get all confused because he's half-blind and mostly deaf and he can't figure out what's going on at all. He doesn't snap at them (unless they get too near a rawhide he's chewing on) but he'll usually move away if, for example, they try to lay down next to him on the pet bed.

It's amusing when the dogs occasionally demonstrate their size advantage, though. One household I know, the dog puts up with almost everything, but past a certain point he will lightly gnaw on the cat's head (no damage done, just typical dog mouth conditions and light teething pressure). The cat will usually get less bratty for a while at that point.

Sam does mouth Oz's head. Although I've never seen the cat back down. I have video footage of Oz sticking to Sam's face like one of those Alien Face Suckers. Sam usually whines until I rescue him.

With Mac, the cat gives her a wide berth. No messing around there. She wouldn't tolerate it.

OWEN IS SO FREAKIN' CUTE!!!

The jokes that are in poor taste? Very funny.

Oh dear.... The jokes that were flying between a select few of us at a dear, close friend's funeral? Both in very, very bad taste, and hysterically funny. I think it was good and healthy, for those of us in the van at the time.

My old sheep dog and our big bruiser cat used to mock fight all the time. The cat would come flying at the unsuspecting dog from under a table or something, and then immediately flop down belly up. The dog would lunge at his stomach with her teeth while the cat would grab with all four paws at the dog's snout as soon as it got close. This would go on for ten minutes at the time. Too funny.

I brush regularly, but I only floss once a month or so except for the two weeks right before my next dental visit. And then I always get compliments on my fabulous oral hygeine and how marvelous I'm being with the flossing and all. Which makes me shudder when I reflect on the half-assedness of my oral hygeine and wonder what kind of skank-ass teeth the dentist usually sees.

Makes me wonder how important that "every day" thing is.

The jokes that were flying between a select few of us at a dear, close friend's funeral? Both in very, very bad taste, and hysterically funny. I think it was good and healthy, for those of us in the van at the time.

Oh, yes, the only thing keeping me from regaling the things I was giggling over at a good friend's wake is the fact that I don't really remember what they were. I'm all about the "inappropriate" humor. A necessary part of my grieving process, it would seem.

I just have to be careful when and where I whip it out.