According to the statisticians at WordPress, someone searched for my blog using the phrase “I hate dog kisses.” YES!
It’s true. I hate dog kisses. I know, I know. You like them. You probably like kale smoothies and fat free salad dressing too.
I tolerate dog kisses under duress when I stay at my sister’s house because she has three dogs. I’ve written about my love for Walter before. That may have been the post where I admitted I hate dog kisses.
When I visit my sister’s dogs (because I know they think I am there to see them), Molly, Walter’s older sister, knows better than to get on the bed with me but is not afraid to try to claim it as soon as I am up. See the photo evidence below.
Whenever it was I wrote about dog kisses and my lack of affection for them, I am excited, as always, to see how people find my blog. Particularly when it has absolutely nothing to do with disability. Although, there are probably some out there who would say my dislike of dog kisses is more disabling than my neuromuscular disease.