The most rambly, pointless post ever.

I had really awful allergies and did five years of allergy shots. They changed my life and were totally worth it. My sweet allergist with the slightly crossed eyes was a bit dumbfounded, though, when I asked when I would get my sense of smell back.


I have a sense of smell, but I guess it isn’t as strong as other people’s? But I think it’s just fine?

Anyway. I love the smell of honeysuckle, and of lilac. And pot roast with all the carrots and onions and potatoes with it. But my favorite smell?

My kids.

Now, people talk about the way new babies smell, and moms identify their kids’ smells. But I’m talking about my furry kids.

I loved to smell the side of the Geriatric Poodle’s face, right between his ear and his eye. That was my baby.

I keep smelling his favorite toy, and his collar. They don’t really smell like him. And that makes me kind of sad.

But Foxie Doxie is snoring on my lap right now, and he smells very warm and dog-like. When he hasn’t been rolling in decomposed squirrel, he actually smells very sweet as well. He smells like my dog. And that’s just comforting.

Foxie Doxie was sniffing at the Geriatric Poodle’s kennel. Lil’ Fluff was totally the alpha dog, and Foxie Doxie would often sit in his brother’s larger kennel, as if trying to make a move for dominance. But now that the Geriatric Poodle is gone, Foxie hasn’t stepped into the kennel once.

I know I need to break the kennel down and put it in the basement. Just not right now. Same with all of the Geriatric Poodle’s medications … I should throw most of them away. Just not right now.

Because right now? I’m busy with a sleeping dachshund.

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