When Rod was just a young pup, he gave me a bit of a scare. I was hanging out around the house when I noticed a trail of blood leading to Rod, and he seemed distressed about something on his face. I could tell his mouth was bloody and drool was coming out. I of course panicked and went to see what was wrong.
When I got to him, I realized he was just going through what we all go through at a young age: losing our baby teeth! In this particular instance, his tooth was quite loose and was hanging out of his mouth at a perfect right angle. He did not like that nor did he appreciate my attention to his mouth.
After that, he lost all his baby teeth in private and I kept finding them around the house.
And for a while, his mouth looked like this:
But now he has this lovely set of chompers!
He still does not appreciate his mouth being touched.