Dog love

I understand that people love their dogs.  Over my lifetime I have lived with and loved many dogs including my first dog, Mabel, when I was one year old.  My father was in charge of naming pets when I was a child.  We also had a cat named Heathcliff and another named Hercules.  What got me thinking about dogs today was a picture in this morning's news paper of a man being licked on the lips by his huge dog (a Dogue de Bordeaux in case you're interested).  I will readily admit to letting dogs sleep in my bed, taking them on camping trips and slipping them bites of people food but I never, never let them "kiss" me on the lips.  I find the whole idea disgusting.  My son, however, didn't mind at all when he was a baby.  When He was about a year old I had put him in hs mesh sided playpen while I was fixing supper.  Things got very quiet so I glanced over the kitchen island to see what was going on.  My son had his face pushed up against the mesh while our little dachshund was licking his face all over, industriously cleaning up the child's teething drool. I instantly grabbed my child and pulled him back to the other side of the playpen. As soon as I let go, of course, he crawled right back to where the dog was waiting so they could resume their game.  Both dog and child survived this close encounter so I guess it's not poisonous but I still don't want any dog licking me on the lips.  Luckily my three granddogs don't live with me so it's really not much of a problem these days.