“Fritz, look at me. I’m sorry I took you to the dentist … You won’t even look at me,” Bret tells Fritz, whose gaze is firmly set out the front passenger window. “I’m so sorry, Fritz. … Come on buddy, just look at me once.”
This fed-up pooch did not give in - not even after Bret handed out a couple head and neck scratches.
You’ve been warned hooman: this is what you get after dental appointments.