Nobody Wants Their Lips Chewed Off

I’ve been a big fan of Emily Yoffee’s essays on her dog, a beagle named Sasha, posted on Slate. (Adapted from her new book, it seems.) Anyway, this new one on dog dancing had me laughing out loud in at least three places, notably here:

“I felt like I was in some dystopian fantasy. I came to do a little cha-cha with my pooch, and the next thing I know I'm regurgitating tuna fish brownies into her mouth. I vowed to resist—both out of prudery and self-preservation. I imagined as soon as Sasha realized my mouth was a source of fish brownies, she would go into a frenzy and chew my lips off.”

[Hello, KO.]