Sometimes a big, wet, sloppy kiss is just the thing you need. Ok, yes, maybe that’s a little disgusting. Jake always rolls his eyes. But something makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when my dogs come over and slap my cheek with their floppy tongues. Maybe it’s because for so many years I only had Frisky, who’s tongue is quite small in comparison. (And unfortunately, his old man breath has become so rancid that he’s not allowed to lick me anymore.) Maybe it’s because I’ll never get one from Jake. (Joking.) Or maybe it’s because whenever they do, they always look so blissfully happy to see you that you can’t help but feel good about yourself… Whatever the reason, I’ll never say no to a wet kiss.