After a lovely day of sunshine and a walk around the lake, naps on the couch, cups of warm tea and leftover pasta from dinner with Lisa last night, there is no finer way to unwind than with a good bath. I get one every night, usually close to bedtime, but tonight Duncan decided I needed one early.
I've told people about my nightly Duncan baths and a few have even seen them (some with grimaces of awe and barely concealed disgust, but let me tell you, I'd much rather be licked to death by my dog than watch a toddler eat breakfast. Now that's revolting!), but until you've had it done you can't fully appreciate how wonderful it is. It's like having my own spa, and, with the exception of The Great Yarn Crisis of 2006, far cheaper.
If only I could teach him to do foot rubs!
I've told people about my nightly Duncan baths and a few have even seen them (some with grimaces of awe and barely concealed disgust, but let me tell you, I'd much rather be licked to death by my dog than watch a toddler eat breakfast. Now that's revolting!), but until you've had it done you can't fully appreciate how wonderful it is. It's like having my own spa, and, with the exception of The Great Yarn Crisis of 2006, far cheaper.
If only I could teach him to do foot rubs!
6 comments:
You look incredibly peaceful!
I had a boyfriend who would not kiss me because I let my dogs lick me...
I had to make a decision, either him or the dogs...I chose the dogs.
After every shower I take at Scott's Chi-Chi patiently and meticulously licks the water off my legs. She's very serious about it and doesn't miss a drop. How did I ever get dry without her?
pawhealer: You made the right choice. This may be one of the great dividers of human society--those who will be licked and those who won't. The germiness of dog saliva v. human saliva debate aside, it's so clear to me our furry friends are simply petting us back...how can the lickaphobes deny them the reciprocation?
Ruth...thanks for that deep insight. Now I'm certain I made the right choice.
My Golden rarely displays such affection but I have been awaken by my Lab smothering me with kisses. And I do mean smothering. Why can't I find a lover that likes that element of surprise?
When we lived in Indy, we had a wireless intercom that had the unfortunate habit of picking up the next door neighbor's cordless phone from time to time. Mrs. Neighbor was talking to her mom and watching TV. There was a dog on TV. Mrs. Neighbor was heard, exclaiming to her mom, "Oh, Ew, GROSS! The dog is licking that kid's face!" That is when I knew that we were most definitely NOT going to be lifelong bosom buddies with those particular neighbors.
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