I kiss my dog and it is all there – his perfect smell of grass and fabric softener from sleeping in my bed and just that little hint of nacho chip from the paw area. I kiss him and he endures me, he knows the drill.
Let it be known – I am a sniffer. Or rather, I am a nuzzler. That’s what Kevin always said my superhero name should be “The Nuzzler.” Fighting crime with spontaneous displays of affection.
I nuzzle people and things I love. I need to know that perfect personal smell of them. With my cats it has always been that dry dust, long grass, sun basking fur smell that gets me. A hollow smell that you get for one moment and then pass through. You have to back off and then come back at it. With Kevin it was his right eyebrow, never the left.
Rain on hot blacktop, resinous pine needles fallen in drifts and sun baked, fresh dirt, clean sheets, clean skin, fresh sawdust, new concrete, drugstores, bakeries, and my dog’s paws.
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My sister is a nuzzler too. That is the first thing she does whenever I see her after being away.
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