So we’re going for our afternoon welcome-papa-home walk and Rocky grabs something off the sidewalk. Peter gets it out of his mouth and we see it is a kleenex but it has blood on it and we go “Eew!” and fling it away. Then we go on and on at length about peoples’ disgusting habits of littering, especially where puppies can get the garbage and get sick on it. A minute later, we see Rocky has snarfed up something else and we open his jaws up and his whole tongue is covered in blood! That’s when we realize that he has lost a molar and it was his blood on the kleenex. But we didn’t go back to get it as someone else had tossed it in the first place. We have standards, you know.