I am a hopeless dog person.

If you'll recall, m'boy's mitzvah project for his Bar Mitzvah was to raise money & donations in kind for local animal shelters. So, a lady from a shelter that specializes in pit bulls and mixes thereof, Bullseye Dog Rescue, came by this evening to pick up stuff. As promised, she brought her five-year-old bitch and a five-month old puppy who will eventually be up for adoption.

The adult reminded me so much of the Puppigrrl at that age, touching her flanks with her tail, "frogging", and trying to jump on everyone and lick them. And that puppy is a serious licker, trying to move my hand to uncover my mouth. I laughed 'til I couldn't breathe, sitting on the floor of my foyer. Then I had to go out into the garage and cry where nobody could see me. Surprise!

After I recovered, we went to the front yard, where I got two wide, muscular tongues all over my face at the same time (plus a few puppy nips to my nose). I'd never done it with two dogs before. Afterward I was slobbery, exfoliated, and deliriously happy.