Years back, before we were married, my husband and I were living with some friends, our dogs, 2 cats, and another dog. One of my roommates, my husband’s best friend Ricky, was a “chewer.” Ricky would chew tobacco and spit his sticky, tobacco-laden saliva into various containers. One weekend after we had spent the night out drinking I was the first one to wake up. I discovered the kitchen garbage bin had been tipped over, leaving a sizable of Ricky’s spit/sludge all over the floor. As I rounded up our dogs to get them away from the mess, i discovered who was to blame: my husband’s Shetland sheepdog, Damon. The stinky, sticky, disgusting evidence was soaking his beautiful white chest fluff. I spent the morning picking globs of Ricky’s spit out of Damon’s fur. He was fine, save for a lingering tobacco stain on his chest.