This dog was fetching a stick in the Atlantic Ocean in South Beach, Miami. A stick. Not a condom. Thank goodness. Whether it is a gyro wrapper or a gyro wrapper, you know where it belongs. Repeat after me. IN A TRASH CAN. NOT THE BEACH. This dog is cleared to lick you. You. Not me.
I think it's possible that this dog may have sought out a South Beach shark to amputate its hind leg after accidentally stepping on the condom. I don't blame the hygienic beast either.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
keep your wrappers under wrap,
ReplyDelete(....if he did lick you at least
he was in sea salt water)
I think it's possible that this dog may have sought out a South Beach shark to amputate its hind leg after accidentally stepping on the condom. I don't blame the hygienic beast either.
ReplyDeleteOr wait, never mind. That's just a wave that makes it look like the dog is missing a leg.
ReplyDeleteI rushed to conclusions because my first reaction if I were to ever step on a beached condom would be to cut off my foot.