This gave my partner, Juan, and me at least a temporary reprieve from Gulliver’s normally overindulgent use of that particular organ on our faces. Fortunately, Gulliver showed no signs of lasting trauma and I was saved from having to explain to the vet how it came to be that I bit off my dog’s tongue but for days after the “incident” Gulliver kept his prized possession sealed behind the vault of his own clamped jaw. Shocked by the feel of human teeth chomping down on his tongue, he yelped-then scampered off. But I would submit that that is perhaps a better question for Gulliver, since he’s the one that violated my busily masticating maw by inserting that long, thin, delicatessen-slice muscle of his while I was simply enjoying a bite of a very banal bagel. Now you may be asking yourself what I was doing with his tongue in my mouth to begin with.
Here’s a perfect example: I accidentally bit my dog Gulliver’s tongue recently. The most innocent of things can sound tawdry and bizarre when certain facts and details are omitted.
Out of context, many of our behaviors-if limited to the mere veneer of plain description-would raise many an eyebrow.
