Have you never had "The Hair of Dog " after a night on the Lash .......Eaten Jugged Hare or Welsh Rabbit ......Have you been out fur food like that in America.......? :)D
I did have a dog hair in food and took it out. And hair from the same dog after playing with my little dog in my mouth it was "Oh yuck". Lol. But never had a drink called "Hair Of Dog" . :)
Hair of the Dog is when you drink a little bit of whatever you were drinking the night before to help with hangovers. "Hair of the Dog" that bit you so to speak.
It is a song as well. Nazareth named it that and never sing the words Hair of the Dog in the entire song....it should have been titled "Messing with a Son of a B*tch". Was a good song back in my younger years....but I don't listen to that kind of stuff now. Lol
You finally invited your new girlfriend over to your place for dinner. You're not the world's greatest cook, but still you spend a lot of money on ingredients to make a fabulous meal in an effort to impress her. As you're preparing the meal your cat jumps up on a nearby chair so as to "help", but you quickly shoo him away. After nearly 2 hours of preparation, you have a meal that, surprisingly, doesn't look half bad. As you set the table your cat sits on the opposite side of the room glowering at you. As your girlfriend sits down at the table she compliments you on how great the dinner looks and smells. Deep inside you feel a bubble of pride (yeeeeesssss!!!!) With eager anticipation you watch as she takes her first forkful of food. Will she like it or will this end the relationship? Just as she's about to put the fork into her mouth, you notice several long cat hairs on the food. Your eyes open wide in horror. You quickly start to warn her, but it's too late... the food is in her mouth. Your heart sinks like a ton of lead as you watch her start to chew. As flavors flow across her tongue, she smiles and begins to nod. Suddenly she stops chewing and a look of bewilderment replaces her smile. She flashes a quick smile in your direction before turning her head, bringing the napkin from her lap to her mouth and spitting out the food. On the far side of the kitchen the cat slowly stands up. With a look of utter satisfaction, he casually struts off into another room.
All over my face, maybe must be static electricity that makes the attraction -too bad cat hair doesn't digest so I wouldn't have to spit up hair balls.
Benedict Arnold 