It's been far too long, indeed.
Can I be honest? I'm not sure I'd accept being slobbed very well. I've done some icky things (is icky a word?) in my life but dog slobber isn't something that works very well for me. It seems your resistance is slowly wearing down though...soon being slobbed will be commonplace I suppose. You'll be a veteran.
And yes, all that pie went straight into the left leg and the rest of my magnificent physique stayed in top notch shape. I walked with a limp for a while though. All good though, I ate another pie and evened it out by filling the right leg. 😉
You can be strange, but don't be a stranger ok?
You, my friend, sound suspiciously like a cat person. I honestly enjoy being licked by my dog - not outright slobbered, but licked. Speaking of being a cat person (which I am not), I agreed to foster kittens for a local rescue. When I signed up I was all naively enthusiastic about saving the world one kitten litter at a time. I assumed that I was being given healthy kittens - the ones you see chasing a ball of yarn on the cat food box. No, these guys were 5 weeks only and very sickly. They were bags of bones and had diarrhea. Two out of six died, including the one that was my favorite and I was considering adopting because he was so incredibly cool and not cat-like. It's a really shitty job. Now I can't do it anymore because the new dog hates everything little, and I can't say I am sad about that.
I don't like that they died, it's sad. And yeah, I'm many things Ginny, many many things, and a cat person is one. 😼
Meow.