Monday, August 3, 2009
There is something about a brisket tickle that makes Chet Baker a little crazy. The brisket is a very tender bit of the Boston terrier, probably the tastiest and most chewable. It is very lightly haired, so it’s not a big leap to imagine beginning one's carving there when dividing the dog. This is where we would start if we ever ran out of food a la The Donner Party. The brisket.
This is called Crazy Face, and you can induce it in a four-year-old male Boston terrier by vigorously tickling the brisket.
Yes, Tim, this post is for you. I am well aware that a computer screen cannot French kiss you, but it is the best we can do from here. How I wish I could give you Smell-o-Vision. Baker is lying at my feet, silently but vigorously fumigating the studio air. It might make you miss him less. I am wiping a tear from my eye, and it's not because he's so adorable. The fartfest at my feet...
When the tickling ends, a trace of the crazy smile remains.
Until someone mentions bunnehs.
Disclaimer: For those of you who are wondering, no Boston terriers were eaten in the making of this blog post.