Monday, October 15, 2007
A Terrier's Tongue: The Seat of the Soul
Buster's back at the keyboard! Yup, I booted that evil little Seffie off the computer, and it's mine, mine, mine!
Well, she's right about one thing: Autumn weather brings the need for reflection. Deep thoughts. Philosophy.
Humans spend too much time thinking about things like love, mind/body dualism, the categorical imperative, and death.
I think about my tongue!
Why get up in the morning if you can't kiss somebody?
Anyone who thinks that the most important organ in the body is the brain or the heart just doesn't appreciate the finer things in life. Like licking Bailey's ears, kissing my mom's cheek, or tasting a fresh, raw chicken neck!
I heard a rumor that airedales have tongues so long that they can reach all the way around a room to grab the binkie out of a child's mouth! Could this be true? Enquiring tongues want to know!
That's today's deep thought...