Lookee here....we are on the horns of a dilemma ....

to plunge down to help Mustard or to go on our own carefree life with the full knowledge that the dear departed cookies are gone, vamoosed, carried off, etc.
Its like having to have your toothache fixed in a modern office with all the latest gadgetry or having to face one of these medieval dental chairs where you just have to "grin and bear it" - no laughing gas?
We guess this is one of those moments where we have to act like a "grown up pup" or be a sniveling little craven whipped pup......(pardon the illusion...ugh!!) OR - not go to the dentist at all!