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My dog smells bad.

Really, really bad.

I just bathed her a few days ago, so it's not a lack of cleanliness. I think this is more of an organic odor. A default state.

Which led to this conversation:

Me: I have to take Lulu to the vet.

George: Why?

Me: You don't smell that?

George: What is the vet going to do about her being stinky?

Me: I don't know. Something, I hope. Because that smell is just . . . wrong.

George: What are you going to say? Please fix my dog, she smells bad?

Me: Well. Yes. But I'll make it sound more intelligent than that.

Posted 10 December 2006 at 07:24 PM