What I learned today was that dogs kiss differently than people. When Hot Mama kisses me, it feels like roses blooming on my cheek. When Daddy kisses me, it feels like a cactus sometimes, but when he shaves, I feel warm and secure. When Wyatt kisses me, he sometimes bangs his head on mine, so I’m momentarily dazed and don’t feel a thing.
But when Gabby licks me, it tastes like I’ve been swatted in the face with a dishrag soaked in sewage.