The Truth About Wiener Dogs

Ahh, Daschunds, the lovable, goofy, just plain bizarre-looking wiener dog. My wife and I adopted a wiener-pup over five years ago. We were told he was a tweenie, not quite a mini, up to 7 pounds, but not a massive standard dog, either. But the breeder was wrong. Our dog Friday is a beast. To read the whole post and see some adorable pictures of Friday through th years, click over to the Lighter Side. Share Me! ...

Angry Dentist’s Thoughts of the day- September 14- Family Edition

Today is the family edition.  Enjoy: Two year and three months ago, it was just me and my wife.  And our daschund Friday.  That was it.  That was our world.  And today?  A real family.  2 children, a son and daughter.  Its all pretty bizarre.  For two years, it was just my son.  And now… when I get home from work, I see Nathan in his high chair eating, and I’m reminded that I am a father. ...

Angry Dentist’s Thoughts of the Day- September 4

Today’s thoughts.  Enjoy.  Share: Being 31 years old, nothing makes me feel older than watching my 19 year old brother return to college after summer break.  Don’t get me wrong- I am happily married with two wonderful children and a good job.  but responsibility can weigh heavily some days, and the memories of those care-free responsibility-free days are fading.  I graduated college ten years...

TV for kids and V-Tech to the Rescue

A recent article was released saying that children under 2 should not watch any TV because it can retard a child’s ability to learn new vocabulary.  And that may be true… if parents use it as a crutch instead of interacting with the child.  My child has been watching Dora and Diego and other Noggin shows since he was one and a half, and I can honestly say he has had no trouble learning new words.  In...

If I weren’t a dentist, I would be broke

And not for the obvious reasons.  You see my child has a peculiar collection going.  He loves toothbrushes.  He has about ten of them at any given time.  They come and they go.  Sometimes he’ll leave one on the floor, where the dog will find it and proceed to destroy it.  Sometimes one will simply disappear, presumably into the same blackhole that eats my socks.  And when he loses one, he wants...