Dog licks dog (This has nothing to do with OBSOLETE)

I just thought I’d share:

My mom and step-dad’s two dogs are named Taxi and Sketch. Taxi is bigger than me. By a little. Actually, he’s kind of the proportions of Falcor in The Neverending Story. Sketch is small and black and, under duress, could fit in a large shoebox. (Not that this is really that relevant to the story, but they are both male). From 7:20 PM to 8:30 PM, I watched Taxi lick Sketch. He licked him mostly on his back. But he was an equal-opportunity licker. Sometimes he’d lick his front. If Sketch moved, Taxi moved too. In this way, they did a kind of dance. Sometimes, it seemed like Sketch moved just to help him get a better angle. Occasionally, Taxi licked Sketch in another room. At the end of the congress, Sketch was completely wet. He spent an hour rubbing himself on the carpet, seemingly in an effort to dry off. During this time, I Googled “My dog keeps licking another dog.” The resulting list of hits is cracking me up.

The tags for this post are pretty good, too.

That’s all.

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Former literary agent/book publisher asks all the right questions in a Sunday New York Times article about the way technology has affected the workplace. Preoccupations -  Treasuring the Artifacts of Publishing.

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