Robs' Blog: incoherencies from an american ex-pat in exotic beijing,
  or: how i learned to stop worrying and love bureaucracy

Two of Leo's favorite pastimes with me are biting and licking. Not biting to hurt, but play biting. Or, as my brother David calls it, nibbling. (The dog has never bitten anyone out of malice, and seems to have a good barometer for how he can interact with people... he'll jump and play with people who it turns out have dogs, but will stay docile around children.)

Anyway, a few nights back, he hit on a way to combine biting and licking. He clamped onto my hand with his canines, and then slipped his tongue out between them to lick me.

Ah, yes, my furry little bundle of joy.