O.K., hopefully I didn't get the strep the following way (just kidding, I've felt myself weakening for a week prior to this event last night.) My sweet beagle boy, Ebert, and I were having a little love fest. I was telling him what a good boy he was, how sweet he is (when he's not eating our house and chasing our cats), and suddenly he gives me a little doggie kiss--but, OMG, his tongue hit inside my mouth. My immediate thought was yuck, gross, wipe my mouth out, etc. Then I thought, this doesn't say much for my love life--the most recent French kiss I get is from my dog?! Oh boy. Should I delete this post and save myself from embarrassment? Nah. It's the truth...it really happened. Plus, no way do I feel well enough to come up with something else.
The true Ebert as a 10-week old puppy.
Hilarious story. I was just having the same conversation with my chi this morning. So glad to hear I'm not the only one that gets attacked from those random (ill-placed) kisses. Best wishes on your art project, what an amazing story you will have at the end of the year? I enjoy your blog with my coffee for sure! Thanks. Feel better.
ReplyDeleteCrockett--Thank you for commenting--I'm glad you can relate! I love your phrase "ill-placed kisses." (-: What can you do, right? Just a crazy part of life, at least laced with love. Thank you even more for your encouragement and for reading. It's a honor to think I am part of your day.
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