The Humble Handkerchief

Howdy Mates, things have been pretty quiet around here and that's just how mum likes it.  We've been going to Dog School and everything is going grreat there.  I, of course, have been a turd fabulous and Rory is, as usual, a big doofer his steady clownish self. 

We walk along the summer track nearly every day when it's not too hot. 

There's is just one small thing that I have to get off my chest.  Does anyone out there still use handkerchiefs???  Mum says when she was a little girl back in the olden days, everyone used handkerchiefs.  They were washable and our angel Nana even ironed them (although we had to look up what that word meant cause mum doesn't iron anything!).  

Yes, mum says, they were handy until tissues came into existence.  She says, thank dog tissues were invented, cause she had a terrible trauma with the ordinary, everyday handkerchief.  

When our mum was 15, Nana had to go to hospital and have an operation and was there for 10 days.  It was the first time Nana had not been at home and mum and Poppa missed her something terrible.  Poppa loved his handkerchiefs with a passion and right up till he passed away he always had one on him.  

Well that's ok for Poppa but mum realised all those years ago, with Nana in hospital, that she and only she, had the job of washing those scrunched up, bundles of snot!  Ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!

So, as you can imagine, when tissues arrived she greeted them with open arms (or a snotty nose) which ever came first.  So I come to my dilemma.  Rory has taken it upon himself to clean my face for me.  With his tongue!  

Mum says she used the technique of spitting on a tissue (and our angel Nana used to spit on a handkerchief to do the same thing) and wipe my sisters and brothers faces when they were dirty, if they were out anywhere.  This is the woman who was traumatised by a snotty handkerchief.  What the heck kind of trauma have my sisters and brothers been through with this little activity?  Sheesh.  

I don't have the choice of using a handkerchief.  They don't exist in our house.

Ewwwww, someone please get a tissue!

H E L P

Well mates, my face is clean now.  I think I would actually rather have mum spit on a tissue and wipe my face than Rory's great slobbery tongue washing me.  Let me know, do handkerchiefs still exist in your home and who has the wonderful task of washing them?   Enjoy your week everybuddy.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory