Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The human handkerchief

It began when I squatted down to put a paper in a bottom file drawer. Alanis, having just finished dinner, decided the back of my sweater made an attractive target. Sniff, sniff. Rub, rub. Ooo, great place for wiping the wet beard and the nubby texture of the sweater felt good against a fuzz-face.

What can a person do at a time like this? Fall over laughing, becoming an invitation for Alanis to wipe her face all over me so that I totally smell like wet Airedale beard and she is clean and dry.

Then she settled in for some serious work on the squeaky fleece toy.


  1. She is really settling in, isn't she? And we think that you have been "claimed" by an airedale!

  2. We think Alanis is giving you some Dale thanks and lovin'! What a sweet girl!

    Love ya lots,
    Maggie and Mitch

  3. Aaaw, Alanis looks so content with her toys.

    It is when they wipe their beards with left over dinner in them that it becomes rather unpleasant.

    Molly and Taffy

  4. That's some good Aire-lovin'! Bentley likes my long fuzzy house robe. He won't leave me alone when I'm wearing it!

  5. I thinks Alanis was giving you some hugs & snuggles and thanks for being her mom.
    Love Ruby