I’ll be the first to bark it, I don’t like dentists.
It’s not the people behind the profession I have a problem with, in fact many give treats, but the invasive procedures required to clean my teeth.
If I want you to pick out that week old piece of barbeque chicken embedded between my molars, I’ll open my jowls and invite you in. If not, stay clear.
It’s as simple as knowing your boundaries.
Good luck with that one, JP.

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