Trust me when I say, you don't want the details on that one.
It never ceases to amaze me what lengths she will go to for what she considers to be a tasty treat.
Take this series of photos as an example...
You know, one of those brushes with sharp, wire bristles.
Can you imagine touching your tongue with that?
How about licking it? I know I can't.
Can you imagine touching your tongue with that?
How about licking it? I know I can't.
It was actually pretty funny watching her.
The thing was moving. It was almost as if she was
trying play that bite-an-apple-on-a-string game.
The thing was moving. It was almost as if she was
trying play that bite-an-apple-on-a-string game.
She was quite determined.
I was almost convinced she wasn't going to full-out lick the thing.
I thought maybe she'd get frustrated and give up.
I was wrong.
Apparently she was just trying to get the angle right.
(That white blob in the shot is my other dog, C.)
Then I started wondering when her tongue would start bleeding.
I mean, tongues are sort of tender, right?
I just knew bloodshed was inevitable.
I was wrong again.
That doesn't happen often.
Me being wrong, that is.
Just ask Hubby.
Wait. What's this!?!
For a minute, actually a very quick second,
I thought C, more mentally unstable than Meg
but way, WAY pickier about what she puts
in her mouth, was going to join in.
She didn't.
Right about then, I got tired of watching.
I made the dumb-ass stop licking the grill brush.
And that's where today's post ends.
Ouch!
ReplyDeleteOh, and buy a new grill brush :-)