<$BlogRSDURL$>

Thursday, September 02, 2004

I don't know about you, but I own a jealous dog.

If anyone in my family hugs anybody else in my family, my dog Dweezil goes batshit until he, too is included in the festivities.

Sometimes, it's funny. We do it to get a rise out of him. Sometimes, it's annoying.

Once, he snuck into our bedroom while we were being frisky. I didn't know this until I felt a rather odd sensation. I quickly devised that one of three things was occurring in the darkness of our bedroom:

1. Janice had grown a second tongue. Highly unlikely.

2. Janice had invited a friend of hers over to play with us and said person had just now crawled out from hiding and got to work. Not entirely unlikely, but improbable given the time.

3. The dog was licking my balls.

Boy, talk about a mood killer. We laughed for minutes.

A couple days later Jan related this tale to a friend who said, "Oh yeah, dogs LOVE to get in on the action. It happens to us all the time."

Wonderful. Personally I'd rather it never occurred again. Now, we make sure the Dweez is not able to enter the room before gettin' down.

Dweezil can't watch me give massages, either. He props himself up to the massage table and licks the oil off the person I'm massaging. Bad dog.

Sit.

TT


Comments: Post a Comment

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?