Ed had the equine dentist yesterday, which left him in a thoroughly bad mood, making faces at everything and everyone all afternoon. It's about the twelfth visit he's had from the EDT; he's always been impeccably behaved but he wasn't keen this time, and even hid behind me like a small child. Did he think the man with the electric file wouldn't find him if he hid his head behind my backside?
He'd brightened up by turning-out time and did a little dance on the spot before walking off. I think that may have meant, "No fillings this time, Mum."
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