Who says the passion has to go when people are in their mid 50s? Why, every evening around midnight there are two bodies entwined on the rug in our family room. The kissing is noisy and uninhibited; the pillow talk sweet and sentimental.
“Who’s got the cutest little tummy in the whole world? You!...Who’s my special sweetums? You!” I never get tired of hearing my wife coo these words, which are regularly interrupted by the sound of lips enthusiastically pressing against soft flesh.
This raw display of affection usually takes place while I’m brushing my teeth in a nearby bathroom. “You’re going to get a dog disease if you keep that up!” I’ll say to Laurel. “I don’t care!” is her invariable reply. “I’ll die kissing my sweet little Serena-kins before she goes to bed.”
Fortunately, we learned from last night’s 20-20 program on ABC that while it’s a myth that dogs have cleaner mouths from humans, they’re safe to kiss. Just keep in mind that when one dog meets another, their usual practice is to press lips to a part of the canine body that humans don’t kiss in public.
If this doesn’t bother you, then the expert advice was to kiss away, for the bacteria in dog’s mouths is species-specific and won’t harm humans (but if you’re thinking of kissing a dog in the Dominican Republic or a similar under-developed country, you should read this first.)
I took it at last month’s Corvallis Art Fair. Laurel ended up buying this coffee cup from an artist who said that the pottery was obviously meant to be taken home by her (note the perfectly matching cap also).