I sidled up behind her to kiss her exposed neck. My arms wrapping around her body. I feel tugging on my shirt.
"Hey hey, circle please. Let's get into a circle for a hug." say Mr. Man as if he were addressing the peasants.
We form a circle for a group hug. He sighs heavy and looks up at us smiling. As he turns to walk away, he throws his hands into the air and says, " Alright, thanks for the hug. You two can go back to your kissy stuff. I am out of here."
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This is Duke. He is a Neapolitan Mastiff. He's three and half years old, well behaved. Ok, it's not actually a real puppy, well he ... -
This is where I've been the last few, or 18 months. Against the wall. Between the rock and a hard place. Exposed to the world. This and ...
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At least he lets you get back to it! Our son won't let my husband touch me because I am HIS! :)
Of course, our son is three and I am sure within the next year or so he won't care because his world will not revolve around his Mama.
Ha! That is too cute. :o)
kissy stuff. heh
Adorable!! Y'know... I suspect that "kissy stuff" is how you ended up as parents in the first place. ;)
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