Monday, April 05, 2010

Creosote Cologne

Last night before bed I bent down and smooched Lily on the snout as I do every night. Her face smelled like creosote. I realized the hot weather had made the telephone poles sweat creosote, and when she approached them on yesterday's walk, sniffing eagerly, she picked up a bit of creosote cologne on her nose, giving her a most distinguished fragrance.

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