Slobbery balls are like other people’s babies

Gus slobbering his ball

Okay, now you think I’ve completely lost the plot!  Don’t worry, this blog remains G-rated.  It’s just that sometimes you need a break from being all philosophical and serious, and sometimes things just strike you in a funny way.  So, here goes:

Yesterday as Gus and I headed towards the field, we ran into Tami and her son Adam, with their dog Watson.  They are long-time friends from the neighbourhood.  In fact, if you check out the post “Simple words; serious power”  you’ll see Watson in the picture with Gus when he was just a puppy.  We had a great walk through the fields together.  Gus, of course, was carrying a tennis ball in his mouth, and I stopped from time to time to throw it for him.  Watson wasn’t interested in the ball at all.  He was content to sit and feel the wind in his face (to be discussed in an upcoming post), and to watch his rather goofy friend run like crazy.

Now, I’ll confess that I’m pretty awful at throwing a ball.  I have improved dramatically over the past 3 years, but I have received quite the abuse for my throwing skills.  Adam took pity on me and offered to throw the ball for Gus, so he could have the chance to really run for it.  It was then that I realized that this meant that Adam would actually have to touch this ball!  Pardon me for being so gross, but by this point, Gus’s ball was completely covered in dog slobber and slime.  It’s just what happens to a tennis ball in the mouth of a thirsty, slobbering dog!  I thanked Adam, and told him it was ok – Gus was used to my rather lame throwing.  But Adam is true hero.  He picked up that disgusting ball and he threw it!  In fact, he kept on throwing it over and over again.  Gus was in heaven.

While this was going on, Tami and I were chatting.  We both remarked how there are some things in life that change for you under different circumstances.  I remembered a time before I had kids.  Now, I always loved babies, and would hold and cuddle them at any chance.  But there were certain things that I was happy to deal with only minimally until I had babies of my own.  Somehow all that yucky stuff like drool and diapers seems revolting when it’s associated with other people’s babies, yet when it comes out of your own kids, you just take it in stride and it doesn’t seem to bother you at all.  Maybe it’s parenthood.  It just seems like we all develop stronger stomachs and greater tolerance for a lot of stuff when our own kids are handed to us.

I guess touching a slobbery dog ball fits into the same category.  For most people, the idea of having anything to do at all with dog slobber is disgusting.  Now, slobber from someone else’s dog – that’s really gross!  Adam, I’ve got to hand it to you;  you are a true friend.   I know you’re too young to think this is a good thing, but I have a feeling that you’ll make a wonderful father some day!!