Yesterday morning, I got up at super early because those pesky dogs wanted breakfast.
So I dumped some kibble into their bowls and trooped off back to bed for a little more shut-eye.
At some point, Bart woke me up because he was licking. Something. He was licking something. Licking, licking, licking, oh my god!, the LICKING. I grumbled, I scolded, I screeched "BART! Stop licking!"
Eventually he quit. Rather, he quit licking loud enough for me to hear him.
Which is saying something because as much as I ♥ dogs, I can't stand to hear a dog lick.
He decided to cuddle with me at some point.
So when I finally peeled my eyes open, I became the big spoon to Bart's little spoon.
He looked up at me with his big brown Basset Hound eyes and implored me, "PLEASE! Get the kibble out of my nose!"
He truly tried to inhale his breakfast.
No wonder he was lickingLICKINGlicking yesterday morning.
And I can add "Basset Hound Nose Picker" to my dog-sitting resumé.