Shasta blogging here today.
Welcome to Tongue Out Tuesday. As everyone knows, dogs cool off by panting. And here in Houston, TX, we have plenty of occasions to need a cool down. This has resulted in a lot of our paparazzi photos having our tongues wagging. I thought I would share some of them on every now and again to show we are not just about the looks. Sherlock and I are poodles of substance and are not afraid to show ourselves at less than lovely times.
Having said that, you need to know that the shot above is a rare one for me. Unlike those that you will see of Sherlock, my tongue is actually the proper size for my mouth. That boy has a lizard tongue. Even when I pant, my tongue is still daintily placed in my open mouth. Sherlock’s is just flapping in the breeze. I can manage to wrap mine around a Werther’s caramel hard candy when Momma Mim holds it in her fingers for us to taste, but that takes effort.
The other reason I decided to share this pic is that it teaches a valuable lesson. Live slugs are not something you want to put into your mouth. I repeat – do not stick a live slug between your cheek and gum. Momma Mim ended up wiping slime off my nose, tongue, and chin. It was not one of my dining high points. I understand humans like them with lots of butter and garlic. I’m down with the butter but garlic is poisonous to us dogs. That means that was first and last slug munch.
Check in for more tongue shots. It will usually be Sherlock but we will be laughing with him – not at him. Maybe.