Of course, Jake loves to be on top of me and thus the canine licking bath begins and suddenly my lap is taken over by a big lug of fur. I'm sure I tasted like a salt lick, because I just went for a run and didn't change my clothes.
Mae and Glamis sprinted and wrestled in the yard, but Jake preferred giving me partial treatment as if I was a chew toy or a big lump of steak.
It's wonderful, though. I love summer because spontaneity and surprise is par for the course and with such wonderful weather, who doesn't enjoy afternoon guests, especially when a favor is being served.
No hives, either. I guess that was a childhood reaction. Rather, I just got soaked and felt like a wet trout was being shoved up my nostrils and in my ears. "Oh, but Jake loves his Uncle Bry-Bry."
That he does.
In the meantime, Glamis retired early, exhausted from play, so that is a win-win situation. I, too, was wiped out, but for me it wasn't about recreation...it was about wrestling a dog off my lap. He's such a creature.