On Eau de Dog

Argus-the-Dog enjoying last year's rare Vegas snow

Yesterday was a fun-work day.  We hauled in the Christmas tree, got out the boxes decorations from the garage, and set about getting into the Christmas spirit.  My dad and I then decided to go take Argus-the-Dog to the park and get ingredients for lasagne while we were out.  I didn't bother showering beforehand since the dog park in the drizzle was likely to be messy.

Argus-the-Dog and I have been spending a lot of time together.  He's silky, and warm, and recently received a delux bath at the vet's, so he smells pretty good.  I can occasionally convince him to lie on my feet while I work.

As I was standing in the check out line at the supermarket, the woman in line in behind said to me, "Mmm...you smell good.  What is that?"  I racked my brain to think of what good thing I could possibly smell like, and then it hit me:

Argus-the-Dog's shampoo.