
So I did what any hypochondriac parent would do - consult a vet. And she recommended to wait a while because they may come out by them self, or if it doesn't they have to removed them. As I'm not a big fan of the dentist, I figured I'd go with first option. So we decided to wait a month, then two, thinking that we may need to get them pulled out. However, a couple days later, my husband spotted her chewing something small, and despite Brie's lack of co-operation he got it off her and there it was, her FIRST baby canine. I was so ecstatic that I decided to congratulate Brie and even thought she had no clue what she did right, she demanded a treat as she got praised. I was so sure this would open the flood gates, but despite my hopes the next one came out month later, then another a month later again. Yes she still has one more to go, but I guess the thought of having one canine pulled out is lot less scary then four. Despite my concerns Brie is having a lazy day today.

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