Sniff, Smell, Sniff, Smell

My name is Taz, for ‘Tasmanian Devil’ and I am an active eleven-year-old handsome cream Schipperke. People talk to me and tell me I am handsome, but they do not know what kind of dog I am.

Yes, you can teach an old dog new tricks – I learned to sit on command last year at the age of ten.  It took bags of treats, but I do sit down so fast now, I impress the people on the trail. 

My brain is distracted by all the smells, so sometimes I do not hear them say “sit” until they say my name.  Then I quickly sit, or stare at them.  Now when I see someone or a dog coming I sit and wait for them. 

Sometimes we take a new trail up a hill with all new dog smells. That is my favorite time.  My olfactory nose processes and differentiates hundreds of different smells, and I get overwhelmed.   I do not hear well sometimes.

And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. 1 Corinthians 12:16-18  (NIV)

Even though it is the same path to the park, I find something new and interesting every day.  Today there were no kids on the playground.  It was empty of noise and smells and dropped snacks to find.  Weird!

Who or what do you do when you meet a stranger? What do you do if they cough or sneeze? What are the Spring smells you miss?  How do you handle allergies in this time?

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