I'm out the back patting our old dog, Jack, who is notorious for licking people. Mum calls him "the fastest tongue in the west", and any time spent with him involves avoiding his constantly moving tongue. He finally gets me, so I go inside to wash my hands and lips
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Thing is, I would have disinfected my mouth anyway (or just washed it thoroughly with water) because we all know, on some level, how foul Jacky's mouth is. What doesn't help is reminding me in graphic detail what those things are, and making me flail ridiculously and run towards the sink while my sister cackles and I almost choke trying not to laugh or accidently swallow some of the icky dog-licking that the water is washing off my lips.
Walking calmly to the sink would have been much more dignified and now my sister keeps laughing at me. Which, granted, is not something that is new or that I really mind.
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