My dog had surgery y so he's not well. He was really excited when I got home. He buried his face in the sleeve of my hoodie (and damn near knocked my out with his cone collar rig) when I came downstairs to see how he's feeling.I scratched his ears and tried to figured what he was smelling on there. It couldn't be too pleasant. Cigarette smoke, stale beer, deep fryer grease, cheap perfume, cheaper cologne
and desperation I imagine.
Oh well, makes him happy.
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