Posts Tagged ‘scent’

My Bad Day was Fur-tilizer’s Fault

April 12, 2010

Yesterday was a very very sad day because a certain hound dog (ME!) didn’t get to go to the P-A-R-K.  I whined and ran in circles and even knocked the kibble out of my dish, but Alpha Dad wouldn’t take me.  He tried to explain why I couldn’t go, and it had something to do with a funny-sounding word: “fur-tilizer.”

Today, Alpha Dad agreed to take me to the P-A-R-K.  As soon as I put my paws in the grass, I could see what he was talking about.  Fur-tilizer looks like cat excrement but it smells even yuckier.  I tried to roll in it, but I didn’t like the way it felt on my fur.  When I was done playing with the other bassets, I was really stinky- and not in a good way.

Here’s the worst part: when I got home, Alpha Dad gave me a bath!  He said that playing in fur-tilizer isn’t good for dogs or people and that it could make me sick.  The only thing worse than a bath is going to the vet, so I didn’t put up too much fuss when he poured half a bottle of “Soothing Lavender Lilac” shampoo on my back.  Even my tail got a good scrubbing.  I was cold and wet all day.

I hope that they never put fur-tilizer on the grass at the P-A-R-K ever again.  I don’t want to have to endure a bath after every trip to the P-A-R-K!  Weeds have never bothered me, but fur-tilizer sure does.

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Bluepaw

April 6, 2010

Many of my fans are probably wondering why some call me “Bluepaw.”  Here is the story…

When you have a sense of smell as acute as mine, you pick up fascinating odors all over the house.  For instance, cell phones give off a pleasant metallic odor (and they crunch nicely between your teeth).  Malt balls have a distinct chocolatey scent that can even be detected when they are hidden in plastic Easter eggs.  As I discovered one day, pens also have attractive scents.

I was lying in the middle of the living room.  None of my family was around, and truth be told, I was one bored hound dog.  I caught the scent of ink, and soon I had dug through the magazines on the coffee table with my nose and located a pen.  When you have massive paws, removing the cap of a pen is a little tricky, so I gripped the pen between my paws and chomped.

Eventually, I got sick of chewing on the pen and left its remains in the middle of the living room.  I wandered through the house, going about my business.  You know, sniffing Cat, snoozing, watching the squirrels in the neighbor’s yard, and snoozing.  Eventually, my family returned and Sister Fairy bent down to give me a belly rub.  I rolled over, but she caught one of my paws.

“Woody,” I recall her telling me, “your paws are blue!  What have you been up to?”

I looked at my paws in horror.  What indignity!  A Basset Hound with blue paws?  I would never live this one down.  I tried to lick the ink out of my white fur, but it was too late.  The ink was dry.  Since then, “Bluepaw” has become a sort of nickname for me around the house.  It’s not like my siblings have never gotten ink on themselves!  But everyone seems to think it’s funny when a Basset Hound dyes himself blue… but that’s the story.

Wabbit Food

April 3, 2010

I always beg for food under the table during dinner, and occasionally I will be rewarded afterwards with a share in the leftovers.  Tonight was one such lucky night.  My Alpha Parents placed some leftovers in my dish, and instantly my nose was twitching, trying to identify the scent.  Was it a fish skin?  No, I usually got to eat those before dinner.  Steak?  I hadn’t smelled any during the meal.  No, this was a new food.

The color was unnatural: white and shiny with a trace of blue.  I nudged it with my nose, only to find that the round object was slimy.  My room was no place to enjoy such a treasure, and I scooped it up with my mouth and walked into the kitchen.  I rolled the treat around in my mouth, still unsure as to what it was.  Was it a fruit or a vegetable?  Or perhaps something in between?

Resigning myself to the fact that I could not identify the treat, I decided that if it was People Food, it had to be delicious.  I dropped the snack onto the ground, contemplating my next obstacle: how to eat it.  Its round shape made it awkward to just take a bite out of it, because every time I tried to, the snack rolled an inch forward.  And the scent- I couldn’t get over how sharp the scent was.  It was something between mud and Cat excrement, or perhaps a combination of the two with salt on top.  With my teeth, I managed to scrape off slivers of the treat, which I nibbled up from the ground.

A surprise awaited me after I chipped off a few chunks of bluish-white slime.  A yellow sphere tumbled onto the ground.  It was slightly powdery, and it stuck to my teeth and tongue.  Sister Martian sat down next to me as I finished the remains of my leftover snack.

“Woody, are you enjoying your first Easter egg?”

I didn’t understand all of this question, but the word “Easter” prompted the word “Wabbit” in my head.  This food was associated with Wabbits?  The Easter Wabbit eats these slimy things?   I had heard that vegetables were wabbit food, but this did not appear to be a vegetable.  Perhaps the saying was wrong and wabbits ate this new food instead.  I had been lied to!

My stomach began to twist and gurgle.  Suddenly, I felt nautious.  I wandered into the living room and lay down on the floor, waiting for family movie night to begin.

Treasure Hunting at the P-A-R-K

March 30, 2010

I was out for a trot at the P-A-R-K when I caught a whiff of the most incredible scent!  I buried my nose in the grass and followed the trail to a chicken bone rotting on the ground beneath a bush.  I lay down beneath the bush and began chomping on my treasure.  Unfortunately, just as I was starting to devour my delicacy, Alpha Mom called me from the path.

It’s not every day that a hound dog comes across something this yummy.  I couldn’t just leave the bone until the next morning.  What if another dog found it?  I grimace at the thought of a poodle taking my chicken bone.  This left only one solution: I would have to take the chicken bone home with me.

I heard Alpha Mom approaching from behind me.  For some reason, she doesn’t share my enthusiasm for buried treasure.  But this chicken bone was special and I wasn’t going to let her take it from me!  I gulped up the bone and managed to bury it in my mouth.  The bone didn’t quite fit between my teeth, but I figured it wouldn’t matter because the bone still fit inside of my cheeks.  With the bone safely wedged in my mouth, I spun around and ran back toward Alpha Mom.

Alpha Mom reached down to pet me, and I thought that I might be lucky enough to get a belly rub right here in the middle of the P-A-R-K!  Unfortunately for me, Alpha Mom had her own agenda.  She pulled me toward her and placed her hands on the sides of my face, just behind where I was sure the chicken bone was safely concealed.  Alpha Mom pulled her hands forward across my cheeks and out popped the chicken bone!  I have no idea how she saw it.  I mean, I guess my cheeks must have looked pretty funny with the bone wedged inside, but I thought I had been pretty sneaky hiding it in my mouth.

Here’s the good news: Alpha Mom made me leave the chicken bone behind in the P-A-R-K, but I’ll bet that tomorrow I can get back on the scent and find it again…


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