Poor little Dashy was teething at the river. You wouldn’t have known it barely, because he is SUCH a good boy.
But his waking up in the night, his somber ways on day one and two, and his few whines gave it away.
ON day two, I thought it might be teething, so I stuck my fingers in to check it out (because he NEVER will let me move his lips back and actually look), and there was already a tooth. I am not sure if it is his top right vampire tooth (the worst from a teething standpoint), or the one off the middle. Time will tell. The rest of the time, the same tooth on the left side was trying to make its way through.
It never quite made it, but with a little help from our friend (AKA Tylenol), Dash was mostly himself during the rest of the trip.
(Sidenote: With his two bottom, and two upper vampires — we are going to have one freaky looking dude!)
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