In pre-school age, I believed that dogs' nose was plastic, like plush toys. The fact is, until about seven years, I never touched a living dog. Suddenly at the age of 7, the neighbor decided to leave our town, but could not take his dog with him, and gave me. The path to the dog’s nose was difficult and turning, because the dog was probably the most friendly creature on the planet and was constantly jumping, turning and licking. And I was scared, even if, the first dog I could touch. I was surprised when I felt his warm, wet nose in his hands.
WOW: Sorry, but there is no similar story about the departure of the neighbor, his wife and the clitoris?