Teeth.  I've always thought of my teeth as tools; tools to help me eat, tools to help me pick up my toys, and they come in very handy to nip Bea in the backside when she refuses to play with me.  I've never thought to use my teeth as weapons in any real sense.  Sometimes when I'm playing kind of rough with my friends, and they get a little out of control, I'll bite them extra hard just to get them back in line.  But I've never used my teeth to hurt anyone for real. 
The past few days, I've seen several cases where dogs have apparently used their teeth with the sole purpose to inflict harm.  My little human sister, Anna, has gotten in big trouble before for trying to use her teeth.  She sometimes gets really angry when she's playing and not allowed to have her way, and out come the chompers.  My folks get really angry when she tries that.  I've seen her sitting in a special chair facing the wall more times than I can count.  Not that I know how to count anyway.
Yesterday we saw two dog bite cases.  One was on a sweet older Golden Retriever.  Her wounds were more of statment than an injury.  She had two holes on one leg and neither of them were very deep, according to mother. 

The other dog that we saw was named Jack Daniels, he was a pitbull.  Jack had a big giant head, and was every bit as gentle as he was scary-looking.  To bark that he was brought in for a dog bite would be an understatement, sort of like saying that I'm a little bit cute.  It was actually hard to find a place on Jack without a bite wound.  Mother was amazed that he was still standing. Red syrup oozed from his nose, his lips, and three out of four of his legs.  The fourth leg was oddly swollen with straight slashes in his flesh.  "We came home to find that my other dog had been fighting him.  He must have got out of this cage" Jack's father recounted.  Mother and her helpers exchanged knowing glances as they took Jack in to clean his wounds.  "Do you think this is a fighting dog?" Vocal Vonnie asked. " I've never seen a pitbull get this chewed up before.  It's got to make you wonder.  The wounds on the swollen leg look like he was tied down" mother replied.  Jack got the benefit of a sleeping pinch as the team went to work removing all the fur and cleaning his sores, and getting medicine to clear out any infection.  Mother was also worried about the way Jack's heart sounded, "I think these wounds are at least a day old.  I'll bet he's been too weak to drink anything and now he's dehydrated."  So Jack got the fluid treatment too.  Within a few hours his raw, shaved tail was starting to wag. 
Mother talked into the box on the wall asking, "Can someone come down and take a look?  I don't want to scare off the owner, but maybe you can do a drive by their place?  See if there's any signs of other dogs, or a fight ring?" But sadly no one came, not before Jack's dad came to pick him up.  The saddest thing of all was that Jack was wagging his tail more at mother and her helpers than he did when his dad came to get him.  Seeing what another dog had done to Jack with his teeth, really made me realize what weapons teeth can be.  I sure hope that Jack never has to be on the receiving end of those weapons again.