Imagine…
Imagine you have bitten your cheek once or twice during the day and now have a painless but everpresent little piece of skin occasionally brushing against your teeth and tongue. All day.
Then imagine, that like me, you cannot stand its being there and for the better part of your day you contort your face trying to wedge the piece between your canines and snip it cleanly, leaving your mouth free from distraction.
Now imagine if you believed that this method was the best way to solve every problem you’ve ever had.
I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s like to be a dog.
Ouch. I’m wincing.
Comment by Kittenhead — 6/22/2004 @ 10:49 am
If it were painful, I probably wouldn’t do it, despite my tendency to touch a sore tooth.
Sort of a koan there: I eat when hungry, sleep when tired, and bite at my own mouth only when it is not painful.
Comment by steelbuddha — 6/22/2004 @ 2:25 pm
I’m going to call you mister Bitey from now on, Mr. Bitey.
Comment by Linus — 6/22/2004 @ 4:51 pm
There is only one Mr. Bitey.
Been reading Sweat Flavored Gummi again, have we, Linus?
Comment by brendan — 6/23/2004 @ 8:56 am
Well, it’s better than being an anklebiter, I guess…
Comment by Tazja — 7/1/2004 @ 2:41 pm