I've already told my broken teeth story, but it appears the CC wants to redecorate my mouth as well. Earlier this week, I was putting some casseroles in the van on the floor behind the seat and, of course, Bailey was interested and had to get right under me to check out the delicious smells. I was busy swatting her away and talking to my husband and suddenly Bailey's battering ram head came up and clocked me a good one. I saw stars and grabbed my jaw. My husband tried to find out what happened, but I couldn't talk as I had bit down hard on both sides of my tongue. A few days later and the tongue is still swollen...I sound a little drunk. Thanks Bailey! Add this to numerous other head butts, canine tooth catching on my nose and ripping the edge (noticeable and no longer symmetrical...though the Dobbie had already made it crooked), numerous small abrasions, huge paw prints on my private parts, legs decorated with scratches, and I'm sure the chiropractor will assess part of my hip woes to her body checking me into the walls, and you have the picture of a devoted Mastiff owner. Sigh!, but she looks so innocent and harmless....She's a wrecking ball, and she's not yet 70lbs. I hope she learns some spatial awareness before she puts me in a wheelchair.