Sam loves to eat. Actually love isn’t a strong enough word. He is passionate about eating. He gets giddy with just the thought of eating. The mention of food brings giggles of delight.
In China, my travel group gave Sam the nickname of The Garbage Disposal. And it is so appropriate. He can put away a tremendous amount of groceries in pretty short order.
But the name was given only partly because of how much he eats. One look at him while he eats and you’ll understand that in addition to volume, he consumes food like a garbage disposal. He grinds away, food flying everywhere.
And with the eating, comes the drool (which is the real topic of this post). Don’t get me wrong, Sam can drool any time, any place, for any reason, but nothing gets the drool factory working overtime like eating food. Or the thought of food. Or the sight of food. Or the mention of food. You get the point.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words so here’s photographic evidence of the eating process. And the subsequent drooling process.
Since I don’t want to
totally gross you out shock you right from the start, let’s ease into the pictures slowly. It’s kind of like getting into the pool at the shallow end.
Here’s a close up of the, umm, feeding process.
Molly and Sam are kind of like Oscar and Felix from the Odd Couple. Anyone remember that show. Take a look at the picture above and then the one below. Which one would you cast for Tony Randall’s part and which one for Jack Klugman’s? I think the answer is obvious.
I don’t want to leave you with the false impression that drool only happens at mealtime. Drool happens all.of.the.time!
Here’s the cutest little drooler that I have ever seen in all of his slobbery glory.
My little Garbage Disposal. He’s a 10 in my book, drool and all!