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.
