Tongue-in-Cheek

Willow is a crazy little dog that will drive me totally insane AND I'll enjoy the journey getting there.

For more years than I want to admit, I have been a cat person. I still love cats but I don't have a burning need to go out and find another cat just because mine have passed away. I love dogs too but until Willow I really didn't want to own a dog. They require too much attention. Cats can and will ignore you and don't care if you leave the house to go to work, church or the mailbox. They also won't greet you as if you are their only reason for being alive but that is beside the point.

I've decided that the main difference between cats and dogs is their tongues. Cats have a sandpaper tongue that will take the skin off if you let them lick you more than once. They would NEVER be caught drooling. Dogs have a soft tongue that is wet and will leave you needing a towel. Willow has the softest tongue on earth and feels it is her right to lick my arm, neck, face, lips . . . pretty much anywhere my skin may be exposed. To make things even more strange she LOVES lotion. I am getting along in years and have to put moisturizer on my face and neck, hands, arms and legs - ok - I take a bath in lotion at least twice a day. She then feels it is imperative to lick it all off and will chase me down.

Now for the cherry on top - Willow's tongue is wetter than any other dog's tongue. I don't know why - it just is. She will chase me under the covers to give me a bath. She feels it is her duty to make me lotion-free AND sopping wet. WHY do I put up with that dog??