Goodness gracious, snakes alive

KissMe, leashed, lunged as we stepped out on Saturday afternoon. Red, yellow and black ribbons on a long slender slithering serpent summoned me to summoning RonTom and shove KissMe inside.

If a coral snake’s mouth should latch onto KissMe’s loooooong tongue, that long-bodied clown would be a goner.

(Our grandsons call him “Kissinator.” A front porch sign, with image of a dachshund reads, “Warning. Dog Inside Cannot Hold His Licker.”)