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Walter Albritton
Dog Saliva Evidently No Problem to Most
people
On occasion, I can be a very logical person. A few weeks ago I wrote about the day I decided that I never wanted dog saliva dripping down my neck again. It was a confession I finally had to make. I expected to hear from dozens of people who agreed.
To my surprise, only one person has dared admit to the same aversion. Now to my logic. I have concluded that most people do not object to an encounter with warm dog saliva. Now I know where all of my readers, save one, stand on the issue.
This one brave soul shared her sidesplitting confession
with me. I have her permission to share it with you. If this does not give you
a good laugh, I will buy you a steak. Here is my friend Paula Turnham’s story
(she and her husband Joe are dear friends):
Dear Walter,
Thank
you for your "dog" confession a few weeks ago. It made me feel better
about myself. As I told Joe, "If Walter feels the same way, perhaps I am
not so bad either." You see, Joe IS a dog lover, preferably
My dog
aversion goes back to childhood. My family had five children, which meant on a
road trip, four kids sat in back with the baby up front. By right of birth order,
(I was #2), my seat was by the window behind the driver (always my father). In
the summertime, our weekends were usually spent at our cabin on Yellow Creek--a
40-minute drive with the last 20 minutes over rutted out dirt roads. Since the
roads were so bad we always took the "Orange Bomb"--a VERY OLD Buick
that had a two toned peach/orange paint job and no air conditioning. (My mother
sat down on the front stoop & cried the day my father proudly came home
with this newly purchased auto but that is another story).
Since there was no air conditioning, the car
windows were down in the summer. My brother’s beagle, Duke, also went to Yellow
Creek with us and his preferred seat was my unfortunate lap. He always held his
head out the window with his tongue lapping at the breeze. Of course this meant
dog saliva flying back into my face and hair (you can relate based on your
story!). By the time we got to the creek, all I wanted to do was jump in it and
get the dog smell off me. This is why I do not like animals in my house
or on me!
Now, fast forward to when Joe and I first started
dating. He owned two
I had visited Joe in
Since these animals usually stayed outside, we
were not driving for five minutes before I realized I could not take the odor
much longer. My window went down. It did not take long for Nugget to start putting
his head out my window. After drenching my seat belt with slobber, I tried to
shove him back. He proceeded to put his huge paws on the armrest next to me,
which promptly flopped forward under his weight. With this inroad to the front
seat open, he then worked his way into the front seat and starting crawling
onto my lap!
Mind you, I am trying to keep up with Joe on
curving roads with no idea where I am! I was frantic that I would lose sight of
his car and be stranded with this dog on my hands (literally). We finally
arrived at the lake with Nugget firmly in my lap between the steering wheel and
me, head hanging out the window, tongue lapping at the wind, dog saliva
covering me. Not exactly the way I wanted to meet the family!
When Joe saw Nugget in my lap he said he
forgot to tell me that Nugget likes to ride in his lap in his pickup truck! I
confessed my dog aversion to Joe shortly after this and he said I must really
like him to tolerate that trip.
My latest and last dog story is
about the dog we have now. In making the last moving load from our home in
Serenity subdivision, Joe & I passed the Lazy Bee convenience store where
there was a sign, "free
Abby and Matthew were
thrilled. Joe's mother was not as we were temporarily staying at their lake
house until our new home was ready in six weeks; she envisioned the mess the
dog would make at the lake. Sadie, our new puppy, grew exponentially, chewed
everything in sight for a year, and now has total run of our backyard. We had
to gate the deck so she would quit eating it. Now for the prize episode.
Sadie
now weighs about 100 pounds. Joe wanted her groomed and made the appointment
but realized he was going to be out of town that day. He told me he would pay me
$25 to take her to the man who would groom the dog--I agreed. It was all I
could do to get her into the grooming shop. When I went back to pick her up, I
struggled in vain to get her back into my van.
As I reached down to
get her backside in, she leaped out. Somehow, the leash had wrapped around my
ankles, and I was flipped off my feet by her jump. I was now flat on the ground
with both hands entangled in the leash. Sadie dragged me over the asphalt,
headed for the busy Dean Road Street with four lanes of traffic. I am still thanking
the Lord for the bush that caused her to stop! And I still remember the
flabbergasted look on the face of a passing driver who saw it all happen.
Since I
had on short sleeves, my arms were gashed from my wrists to my elbows--still
have scars a year later. I sincerely thought I was going to have a heart attack
before I got home. I went to bed for two days. When Joe returned home, I told
him I was never taking any dog anywhere again--no amount of money was worth
that!
Paula, you must write a novel. It would be an instant best seller!
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