I woke up early this morning to his tongue licking my back and his hot breath at my neck.
I was staying with friends at their cottage this weekend and their new puppy had busted my latched door down at 6 am – his master following fast after him so he could tear him off of me and apologise.
When you are a guest to a family cottage you wear pjs– a little something, in spite of the heat. You don’t want to frighten the children with a gravity lesson. Or alarm the men with weak hearts.
I had had a fitful sleep so my nightie was wrapped tightly around my neck from nightmares, dreams and tossing. I was in prone single gal position- ‘starfish’ pose on my front with my nightie nothing more than a small scarf at my neck. I was exhausted, so I was out cold.
Breath and tongue at my neck was a small treat until I realised fully it came on four legs not two.
I was promised I did not moan.
My white butt bare to the world-there is not much you can say except ” Good morning” and ‘Is the coffee on?”
Heavens to murgatroid (sp? and wtf does “murgatroid” mean anyways?!?!?) … i am in hysterics!! you kill me Nance … you just friggin’ kill me!!
yay. I made you laugh xoxox