L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Wag of the Tongue

May 28, 2008 on 8:38 am | In General Musing |

I have reached the age where the urge to self-edit retreats into the hazy horizon and is replaced by a sunny indifference to public opinion.

Last night was case in point. I was out walking with my visiting sister-in-law, Chris. Several blocks up the hill an impossibly adorable puppy dashed excitedly towards us. Eleven weeks old, all wiggle and tongue. Chris scooped her up and carried her back to her person, a 20-something guy standing in the driveway with a buddy.

I scritched her head as she squirmed happily, twisting to slather my hand with puppy kisses. Her owner laughed. “She really loves licking,” he said.

I replied without forethought and with some gusto, “Who doesn’t!”

It’s nice to know boys still blush.

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