A kiss of sorts from Dogasaurus. Supposedly they lick us to gain our affection, soothe themselves, show empathy, or simply because we taste good to them. I suppose two or more could be true at the same time.
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What a difference a week makes. Who saw that coming. The False Idol had a close call, and a few days later the Somnambulist called it quits. With all this volatility in the political sphere, it’s hard to say whose names will appear next to the ovals come November.
It’s been widely reported the country is very divided right now. Some say our differences may be irreconcilable. “And then what?” Beats me.
If you’ve ever been divorced, you may recognize the most oft-cited reason declared on the final decree: irreconcilable differences. Marriage is a unique relationship in terms of its legally binding contract. There is no equivalent kind of contract underlying the relationship between us Americans, or, for that matter, between family and friends. Or between a man and his dog. When differences arise, and separation is not an option, you have to find a way to lick and make up. When it comes to human friends and family though, I wonder if it feels as though we need to surrender something important about ourselves to reconcile some difference with another. An unwillingness to surrender by one or both parties often leads to separation. Another option is to stay together while agreeing to disagree, but that can leave two people with a smoldering cold war of resentments to manage going forward. Might I suggest a third option. Next time you confront an irreconcilable difference, try disarming your adversary with a big lick smack dab in the middle of her face, “We good now?“
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