perfume

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, what stinks?

Me: That’s a pretty big topic. Whittle it down.

Sweetie: Something stinky and flowery just punched me in my delicate nose.

Me: Ah, probably some perfume.

Doodlebug: The Little Human had a bottle and, every once in a while, a mist came spraying out. Terrible.

Sweetie: Oh, no! Some of that mist landed on me. I’m carrying my own stink around!

MoonCat: Let’s be honest. That is not something new.

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