Dog Breath

I am sitting her on the couch, legs propped up and tipped back.     It's an early morning in the Buettner house.    Next to me, an 8 month old Portuguese Water Dog named Griffin.    He is gnawing on a large hog bone as I type away on a new blog.     I smell the salty smell of a puppy-- the smell coming from the pads on his paw.     I also smell an occasional whiff of dog breath.    Griffin's breath has been smelling like fish for the past four days, ever since Jeff fed him a thawed piece of cod.     When I step outside to let Griffin out, I smell the same smell radiating from a metal dog bowl next to the door.     It's like smelling canned fish cat food.   No wait...   It's like smelling a girl that is on her period who hasn't changed her pad all day.   This is a smell that will make your stomach turn acidic and crampish.    If dog breath was the smell of the oxygen we breathe in everyday-- I would barf.     God, when Griffin gets close to me and starts licking my nose, the warm and humid feeling of his dog breath cushion the smell of dog eat fish.     Jeff can't smell it.    But, I sure can.