Magenta Mascara

I am immune to canine odors. I have been blessed with a dog that constantly smells like an egg. He is an English Bulldog, which means that because his nose is flat-shaped, he gulps air into his stomach…cause and effect = room spray that deters most people from long stays in our house or car. I love watching the faces of some of my friends as they climb into our car, and find themselves eneloped in a unique stench that displays the obvious discomfort on their faces.

We have become accustomed to rolling down the windows typically about every two to three minutes. Often, this becomes an automatic impulse that surprises our ‘lucky’ guests when we eagerly roll down the windows when it is -10 degrees in the fresh-smelling world. Possibly the best treat is to watch those cursed enough to find a seat in our hair-coated car, and try not to show that they are slightly nauseous due to a ‘mmm…smells like home’ warm gust of air.

Ok, so it’s a little inconvenient. We’ve had to evacuate the room from an investment club meeting, thanksgiving dinner, and watching tv about every other night. But we love our Wilson anyway…yet it does put more meaning into the phrase ‘blame the dog.’

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