This is the time of year when we canines are subjected to olfactory overload.
There is all the deliciousness of fresh mown grass that tastes so sweet when rained upon but cause minor digestive drama.
Add to this the appearance of blooms that even humans are knocked out by the smell.
Ma delights in bringing the bounty into the home and it would kill you. She adds insult to injury by placing them right beside the dreaded scented candle.
I’m heading for the door. Give me unscented air please lest I suffocate.
Blessing#1705-Out of Here
Booming Banter 