Nose to the ground;
Sniff sniffing all around: “Daddy I smell a cat.
Can I go chase that?”
Leash and collar bound. "Drop it," tasty treasure I found. “Mmmm mud, can I roll in it?”
"No dirt on my carpet!"
I catch a whiff that tugs my heart strings.
It's one of those black/white striped things.
Daddy holds his nose, makes a face.
About face! We scurry back to his place.
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