Isabella and her dad were sitting on the couch with our dog, Jager. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that Jager is German for "hunter", not merely a really nasty shot which everyone in thier twenties is convinced contains deer blood. And that he had that name when we adopted him.
Anyway, Isa was petting him and he was getting very playful; something he rarely does with the kids. The Husband enthusiastically encouraged her.
"That's it! Scratch his ears - he loves it! Get in there on his belly with a good rub! Oh! He's giving you the straight legs! Get in on that leg muscle!"
The Husband was quiet for a couple of seconds because he had turned his attention back to the baseball game. Isa made a groaning noise and copying the tone and cadence of her father informed us of an unfortunate turn.
"And, noooow he's licking his butthole"
Game over.
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