There Is No Bad Smell

Sunday afternoon was another windy day in Huron county.

I've noticed that our dog, Mali, is extremely A.D.D. on blustery days.

Rhodesian Ridgebacks are a breed originally used for guarding African farms and hunting lions. The females, in particular, are known for their high prey drive. I had assumed that her inability to focus was due to the blowing leaves of early fall.

Yesterday, no leaves remained, and yet, Mali had the attention span of a toddler...

This morning, I figured out why.

Laurie was in bed, so while I made the morning coffee, I let one rip. Mali arose from her bed and came closer for a sniff.

Truly, there is no bad smell to a dog.

Imagine if your sense of smell were a thousand times greater, and if the scent of dead fish and rotting eggs sent you swooning. What a wonderful world it would be!

The reason for Mali's A.D.D. is that windy days send wave after wave of glorious scent cascading through the atmosphere--it's the olfactory equivalent of a fast-paced videogame for teens. She sits still on the back stoop, nose pointed in the direction of the wind taking it all in. Marvelous creature!