Cute Pooch
We used to have a pooch that would sometimes accompany us in the car… Ginger, a Gordon Setter, was a First Class Dog Slobberer. The windows were rather thickly covered in slime. Oh, what joy… having that stuff in your hair! Blecht!
We used to have a pooch that would sometimes accompany us in the car… Ginger, a Gordon Setter, was a First Class Dog Slobberer. The windows were rather thickly covered in slime. Oh, what joy… having that stuff in your hair! Blecht!
I used to know two mastiffs – one had a habit of charging into people like a small rhino – he was called ‘Clobber’.
His brother was named ‘Slobber’… I will leave you to guess why….
The Auld Grump, by that same token the wolf-dog hybrid in my neighborhood should be called ‘Dippy’….
slobbery dog = slog? at least it’s not a doge.
re: wasabi plus hot pepper
true wasabi is quite expensive and hard to find outside of japan. most sushi joints use colored horseradish instead. flavors are quite similar and both have the same hot principal, so i used horseradish and cayenne.
cayenne (capsaicin) plus horseradish(allyl thiocyanate) = delicious and no hotter than the constituents singly *warning! spice freak talking!* if you can handle buffalo wings this basic combo shouldn’t be too hot. you could, of course, use hotter peppers if desired.
i tried adding the other three common pungency sources: black pepper (piperine), ginger (gingerol and shogaol), and garlic and onion (allicin). result was quite edible and would make a good sauce with an acid, sweetener, and perhaps a fat.
it turns out that there are szechuan recipes, at least, that call for all of those things.
Can’t handle his licker.
Grump… Mastiffs? Good Lord! They’re like the SUV of dogs! Or Tankdogs…
Anatman… Wow! You are a brave soul! I like spicy but that’s putting your mouth in danger! Well, well done on the experimental end of things. You get style points!
Qka… You made me laugh….
I had a Great Dane in temporary residence for about 8 months back in the 80’s. showed up at the door of the Computerland store I worked at in Monterey one day, had a broken tail. One of our salespeople’s dad was a vet over in Pacific Grove, so I took her (the Dane, not the salesperson) over there & had its tail docked & took it home. Called her Sophie. I also had a teacup poodle at the time named Cognac. It was pretty funny; Cognac wasn’t altered, and you should have seen him going after the Great Dane; poor little guy! Just wasn’t tall enough.
The Dane’s owner finally responded to an ad in the paper after 9 months. Turns out he’d been off on an extended sailing trip. The dog’s real name was Pinky – Hmmph!
@ Brig – Heh, more of a bulldozer than a tank, in Clobber’s case.
If he knocked you down then you got a face full of tongue and dribble.
With Slobber there was just dribble….
The Auld Grump, lots of dribble….
We had a half mastic Half Rot, 135 lbs of drool, and the best door mat anyone ever had. No one ever noticed her on the door step, unless they had ill intentions, then everyone’s hair stood on end. That only happened 2X in 13 years
To threaten the girls abusive boyfriend I threatened to cover him in Peanut butter, the jerk laughed at me, then the daughter mentioned Osa would eat anything with peanut butter on it.
Never saw that parasite again!
Osa had heard peanut butter though, and I had to give her a PB sandwich. That kid might have been drooled to death.
Our dachshund Miho loves to lick feet and legs. (Especially mine.) She’ll methodically lick your feet for twenty minutes at a time, very serious in her work. It feels great. The thing is, even though her licks are warm and moist, your skin never ever gets wet. It’s kinda nice.
Rich… Cognac… great name for a pooch… Pinky? well… ahem. I think it’d be fun to name your dogs after drinks… Jaeger, Capt. Morgan, Cosmo, …
Grump… just don’t get knocked down… Blecht!
Scott… 135 pounds! GAH! But nice to have in those moments when you need an aggressive looking animal in your corner. My folks had a Rottweiler… Their house NEVER got burgled… and those that tried… well, let’s just say Bear’s chew toy was a VW Bug tire. No joke. He’d pick that sucker up in his jaw and twirl it around.
Pete… now on to small dogs… Serious feet-licking, eh? Well, I don’t know the sanitaryness of that, but I imagine it’s alright… sweet as all get-out!