Paranoia
May 18th, 2007Less than three miles into our run and I was thirsty.
I was looking forward to the water fountain that I knew could be found on the other side of the lake. But as I chugged up the final hill I saw that I was not the only one panting for a clean drink of cold water. A man pressed the fountain button down for his dog, who stood on his hind legs and eagerly lapped at the stream of water with his long, pink tongue.
Someday I may have children who think it a fine joke that their mother is
too paranoid to let them use a public fountain.
My high school biology teacher said dogs have very clean mouths. I’ve drunk at that fountain before in ignorance…will I really never drink there again?
What? I can still hear him telling the story of what Fifi was doing 5 minutes before we get home from school and get a kiss of greeting… Was that in the unit on parasites?
I don’t remember that story, but it sounds like something he would say.
Gaack!
I’ve heard that idea of dogs having clean mouths. And I watch Nick lick:
himself
animal droppings
a bloody toe
trash
spoiled food with ants
the toilet seat after he’s had a good long drink
and that idea seems suspect to me.