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I’ve Been Slobbered

Usually I am not a slobber complainer.
It comes with the territory and I have accepted it.
It’s on my walls, it’s on my ceilings, it’s on the side off my bed.
It sometimes finds it’s way to my hair and the side of my face.
A lot of times I will find it on my leg as I am walking through the store.
It’s dry and crusted and it’s pretty much on there until it goes through the washing machine.
So be it.
The only time I can do without the slobber is when I am at a formal function, wearing a nice dress and trying to look grown up and pretty.
Take the funeral I attended last week. This is a time I could of done without slobber on my black dress.
I had taken extreme caution when exiting the house not to come in direct contact with the slobber.
I know it’s there and I know it’s wardrobe ruining potential.
I saw it as I was walking down the stairs.
Sherman had an impressive string hanging from his mouth.

Leroy had a nice one strung across his nose.

As I looked around helplessly for someone to toss me a towel, no one was to be found because they all had darted for the car when they saw the chance.
There was not a towel within 20 feet and Sherman had turned on the bubble machine.

 I braved it anyway, trying to keep at least a 5 foot distance between my dress and the slobber.
I handed them their treats and than I made run a run for the door.
I had made it out without get one drop of slobber on my dress.
Or at least that’s what I thought until I got out of the car at the funeral and looked down and saw a HUGE slobber mess on the left side of dress.
Of course it had already dried and the best I could do was try and use my fingernails to scratch some of it off, which did not work very well.
Then came my sister walking up behind me and she was like “You have slobber on your butt.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
And she was like “Yup, but it’s just a little, you can hardly see it.”
Then being the totally awesome sister that she is, she tried to scratch it off. 
I love my sister. She rocks.
I still am trying to figure out how they manged to slobber me in two spots without me even realizing it.

Sneaky little Newfs.

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Tuesday 16th of August 2011

I am still laughing at this one! Nothing quite like being newfed!


Wednesday 10th of August 2011

Ah yes, the dash to the door. Then... slobbers. I think they can do it from across the room. I recently took something out of my closet only to discover I had missed a slobber on it before putting it away. So be it.Mango Momma


Wednesday 10th of August 2011

Ha! Hilarious. Oh well, I will take slobber over the excessive shedding of some other breeds any day!


Tuesday 9th of August 2011

LOL I have one slobber dog (Thunder) and one non-slobber dog (Storm). That slobber gets in the darnedest places. :)


Tuesday 9th of August 2011

I think you need to invent a sort of tarp that could be worn so that people could get in and out of their houses without slobber or dog hair on their clothes. You'd be rich!

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