I had some butter on my fingers and decided to let the dogs each lick one. When I offered my finger to Dixie, the blind black lab from Alabama, it was if it were being cleaned by the softest of butterfly wings, but when I gave my fingers to Billy and Spoon, it was as if I had plunged them into waters infested by piranhas in a deskeletonizing feeding frenzy. I expected nothing but white bone when I pulled my hand back.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
The difference between retrievers and terriers
I had some butter on my fingers and decided to let the dogs each lick one. When I offered my finger to Dixie, the blind black lab from Alabama, it was if it were being cleaned by the softest of butterfly wings, but when I gave my fingers to Billy and Spoon, it was as if I had plunged them into waters infested by piranhas in a deskeletonizing feeding frenzy. I expected nothing but white bone when I pulled my hand back.
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Maybe Dixie just comes from a good family.
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