It drives me nuts, it's like he's tasting me to see if I'm worth eating.

Earlier today he was sitting with me on the back porch while I had a cigarette, and I told him he could eat me if I died and he was stuck in the house with my body.

He wagged his tail like crazy, until I told him he had to eat all the dry dog food in the house first.

He hasn't licked me much since that little chat. He just lays there staring at me.



Wonder what's going through his mind?