People burn apple pie scented candles, or ocean mist instead of baking a pie and visiting the ocean. People purchase scented trash bags and pollute the air with scented dryer cloths. I don't get it.
I am a nose. As I write this I smell my dog's breath and farts. She is my beloved 'daughter' my 80 pound Labrador in her bed at my feet as I write. I could be a sniffer dog myself. I love the smell of leather ice skates, new shoes, fertilizer aisle of the hardware store. You name it I have tagged it in my nose-encyclopedia attached to memories and colors.
I think I am a nose more than I am an eye. Clean ceramic plates and empty coffee mugs have a scent.
Humans are a very strange group that I am continually puzzled by.
Stay Tuned for My Life as a Sniffer Dog.
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