Yeah, yeah…I know everyday is a gift, but some days are giftier than others.
65*F and sunny on Jan. 31 is a gift the dog and I accepted wholeheartedly, and out the door we went.
Shasta and I went for a walk at Pinson Mounds State Archaeological Park.
While walking the nature trail, I was trying to smell something.
I crumpled a handful of leaves.
Then it dawned on me that I had a better smeller than me along.
I got down on my hands and knees.
“What is this trail like for Shasta,” I wondered.
If snorting, slobbering and panting have any bearing on the degree of olfactory sensitivity, well, then, Shasta has it going on.
I tried not to snort or slobber.
I still do not know what sort of scents she may have encountered on the trail.
Yet I do know what she smells right now…home.