I'm still faintly nauseous from an accidental inhale of Fraser's breath. I was playing with him while sitting at the patio table enjoying the morning sun. Just as I leaned forward to pet him, he stood on his back legs to get close and breathed a large puff of doggie breath directly into my mouth. Now, my breath first thing in the morning is not fields of daisies, but his---well, charnel house, graves, things you really don't want to take deep breaths of come to mind. Immediately your imagination becomes an electron microscope and you see the noxious molecules floating about inside, bonding to the mucus membranes of your mouth. Even gacking and trying to huff out the doggie air doesn't get rid of the thought. It happened about 20 minutes ago and I've decided I can't eat breakfast yet until my stomach settles. They're such lovely companions, but man oh man, sometimes the disgust factor takes over.