The world of scent

I've been a bit to busy to blog over the last few days. Too much weeing and sniffing to be done. I found an old tennis ball in the canal bed today. Daddy said it was really stinky which must mean that it smells nice. Things that I think smell great, like fox poo, mummy and daddy say are stinky and horrible. If I dive my neck into fox poo I can wedge some under my collar and it is lovely. Mummy ruins it by washing my collar and cleaning my neck with moistened tissues which smell ghastly, like flowers. Most poo is fascinating and can tell you a lot.