The Great Tongue-Finger Standoff
Okay, as some of you may know (or if you don’t, this is a FYI), I have a new puppy. Well, he’s about 20 weeks old. He’s a miniature daschund, dark greyish black with grey dappling, one crystal blue eye and one brown eye, he is named Auzie, and he is the most adorable.puppy.EVER. No, really, he is. In fact, he’s so adorable, that I can’t help myself sometimes, I just want to pick on him. His reactions are priceless. Case in point:
The other night the puppy and I were curled up on the couch, watching The Hills (Yes, that’s right, The Hills… ). So, in the middle of a commercial, Auzie yawns. I couldn’t resist it, I put my finger on his tongue. Which of course he gently bit down on my finger, then shook his head around a little bit. But, what happened next, just left me speechless.
He looked at me, with menacing eyes, and firmly placed his tongue against my leg. He glanced up at me, not licking my leg, oh no… just held his tongue there, and I swear, I heard him say… “Don’t.Make.Me.Lick.You.I.WILL.Do.It.”
