Whenever people talk about how cute it is that their dog was smiling at this – or maybe even that – I have to shake my head. Because when my dog (Mister Irving Brown Socks) smiles . . . I know that bad – noxious – things are about to happen. Smiling leads to that crazy blurka-blurka-blurka stomach noise and then straight to a pool of foamy dog vomit – usually in the car.
See why I get skeeved when I hear about people’s dogs smiling . . .