What's that smell?

So we talked about the groom-a-thon that we had when my human got home from her holiday.  Frodo required the SUPER DUPER brush out, where he was able to practice his professional wrestling skills.

But despite the fact that we were brushed until we filled a garbage bag with enough hair to form another dog, my human thinks Frodo still has a rather er…earthy aroma.  I think he smells fine.

Anyway, while she was at the store buying our $1000 gourmet dog food, she saw this all natural conditioner spray – that comes in several fragrances.  She smelled each bottle and decided on one called Puppy.  I don’t think you have to be a puppy to use it – and she liked it better than peppermint patty or mango tango or something like that.  It had a nice fragrance.  She thought.

So she got home and used it on Frodo.  Mmmmmm.  He smelled good enough to eat.  Like something you would find in a candy store. 

But like all good things…they sometimes come to an end.  Yesterday when my human was training Frodo, she got a whiff of his coat.  This was after it got damp running in the wet grass.  Hmmmm….it no longer smelled like a candy store.  What WAS that aroma?  And then she had an olfactory memory.  Ever ride in an old, beat up taxi, which if it could talk, would write a best seller – with some pretty sordid parts.  A taxi that ONCE allowed smoking but no longer does.  A taxi whose driver tries to cover up the offending odors with one of those scented cardboard things that hangs off the mirror.  If you know the smell – you now know what Frodo smells like.  “Ewwwww,” my human said, “you stink.”  Frodo doesn’t care.   He just likes to do his training.  But now my human can’t get that vision and smell out of her mind.

My guess is brother Frodo may be having a bath before the show on the weekend.  He is NOT going to be a happy camper.  Better him than me!

©  Linda Wozniak