Mark Phillip Webb said: August 16, 2013 2:03 pm PST
Earlier this evening Coraline, our younger mastiff was snoozing by my desk when she woke up, snorted and went to her giant water bowl to get a big slobbery drink. With what looked like a sense of purpose (and a dripping wet face), she then trotted into the living room where my youngest, Hailey was playing. I hear a giggle and then a shriek followed by a, "noooo Coraline ahhhh your face is wet AAHHHHH! The child ran around the corner with the dog close behind, "help daddy!" I acted as if I hadn't noticed that my youngest child was being pursued by an apparently rabid 175 pound dog "that's nice dear." Hailey went to ground on our old leather couch where she was immediately molested by her giant pet. If the squealing level dropped even a little bit, the technique of trying to gross her out with the wet face was swapped with the tried and true game of trying to gently chew on her victim's bare feet and toes. I paid a good bit of money to have my kid regularly terrorized by this giant knucklehead and it was worth every penny!