Zeus is *pretty much* a non-drooler. About the only time he gets "foamy" (our oh-so-affectionate term for it) is when we are playing fetch or frisbee. He gets *very* worked up about his ball.
Apollo makes up for his brother. Yeesh!
Onyx...oh yeah, he's definately a drooler!
We had pizza delivered the other night. Now, we usually put the boys into a bedroom, (as your standard pizza-guy does not understand that 275lbs of dog chasing after them is not a sign of agreesion, but that the three mutants *really* want to be your new best friend. Really.) but apparently, my husband forgot one. He managed to get Zeus and Apollo into the kids' bedroom and shut the door just as I was opening the front door to accept our dinner, but Onyx was left uncontained as he lay by the couch in the front room. Our entryway leads straight into the front room. There is no obstruction of view from the front door to the family room. I leaned down to get the tip money out of my purse to hand to the nice delivery lady and saw a flash of black out of the corner of my eye. I whipped my head over in a flash of horror dreading that I would see Onyx bearing down on us......but the sight was not what I feared.
Oh no.
Onyx was contentedly sitting in his second-favorite pose, that of a bear, (his first being sprawled out, belly to the floor snoring.) with two of the juciest, longest, fattest strings of shoelace-drool hanging from his MOUTH TO THE FLOOR! (shoelace drool being the slimiest, slightly whiteish in color type) I turned back to the door, reassured that Onyx would not be plowing me down in an attempt to "make nice" to see the delivery girl fighting to contain her laughter as she says " Well, that's a sight sure to help you enjoy your dinner!" She accepted the tip, winked at me (!!) and strolled back to her car.
I closed the door and my husband and I burst into laughter!
