Waxing poetic about saliva...as only a dog lover can...
This morning, Obi and I relaxed on the porch, and Chessie played ball (the usual morning routine now). While I watched Chessie leap joyfully into the air, to gracefully catch the ball with a resounding smacking sound, reminiscent of a softball hitting a worn leather glove, I found myself impressed by the 2-3 foot glistening ropes of saliva flung up 6 feet into the early morning air...
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