Maia, the BPL black Lab mascot, was trying to entice me to play with her last night. She was breathing heavily in my direction and refusing to give up the ball. After getting in really close to try to wrestle it away from her, I stopped abruptly and shooed her off, telling Ryan (my boss/friend/brother) that she smelled just like a dead mule deer. His response was less apologetic than surprised and impressed that I knew and could identify such a smell. I got a text from him last night after I left work:
"OMG you're right. She totally smells like a mule deer. Blech."
I like validation as much as the next girl, but this was more icky than victorious.