In the morning when I wake up, I can't tell if Fig has been licking my fingers or if I have been scratching my asshole. The smell is pretty much identical. If I spend a few minutes really giving it a good whiff I can pick up on the faint tuna smell, mixed in with the overwhelming ass tones, and realize I definitely wasn't scratching. Fig has the worst smelling breath I have ever encountered. It is a putrid mesh of fish, dog ass, and rotting garbage. The smell clings to whatever she licks for hours. In the car, a simple yawn can send all of us into a gagging fit racing for the windows. Marnie's vet says it will cost a thousand dollars to clean her teeth. Are they insane? I can get my human teeth cleaned for way less than that. They say she has a few dead and/or rotting teeth and I don't doubt this, but I don't understand why it would cost so much to take them out. We obviously don't have this kind of money right now in the midst of touring- the next 7 shows being unpaid at that (CMJ). Does anyone know of any tricks for dealing with really terrible doggy breath? Her saving grace is that she is fucking adorable otherwise we would have chucked her out the sliding door of the van a long time ago.
(Maybe this could be turned into a positive thing for Nithin at least, as he could use her as some vomit inducing bulimia aid on his quest to become "hipster thin"?)