Vampire dog

This is the first time I am trying the mobile-to-blog, so here it goes!
When I first got Vinnie, I thought he was a vampire. He seemed to love biting me, and even drew blood at times. He had his razor-sharp baby teeth (speaking of the phrase razor-sharp, I think his teeth were sharper than any razor. He drew blood more times than I have ever cut myself shaving). He chewed my fingers, he chewed my arms, and he even gave me too little puncture wounds, slightly to the left of my belly button. Needless to say, I couldn't wait for his baby teeth to fall out.

And then one day, I found a shiny canine tooth stuck in the carpet. Besides the fact that this means Vinnie had been trying to pull up the carpet with his teeth, it was also a sign that the vampire days (nights?) were coming to a close. Over the next few days, I kept looking for stray teeth. I found the 2nd tooth just sitting inconspicuously on my knee, as Vinnie and I were wrestling one night. The 3rd tooth, the last one that I found, was also stuck in the carpet. And I found out that, not only were Vinnie's playful bites much softer now, but I also found out that I am the type of mom who saves her kids' baby teeth. Who knew. :)