Bath and Body Works Does Not Carry This Scent
I am especially looking forward to my nightly cuddle with our bulldog, Wonderbutt, on the couch tonight. You see, my husband, Cap’n Firepants, got a fun surprise this morning. He walked into the living room (which also happens to be the bedroom for Wonderbutt and our golden retriever, Mrs. P.I.B.), and discovered what he thought to be signs that Wonderbutt had decided to convert the room into a bathroom as well. Then, he heard crunching, and found Wonderbutt snacking on some of the potpourri we once had in a bowl on an end table. It turns out the oddly shaped brown item the Cap’n spotted on the floor was one of the portions of the potpourri that Wonderbutt had spurned. This is interesting because Wonderbutt does not usually spurn anything once he has determined that it can be ingested. He has eaten a metal barrette, plastic bags, carpeting, carpet padding, and numerous “indestructible” toys. I’m kind of curious what made him draw the line at this particular piece.
To be honest, I am not sure how the potpourri lasted as many months (18) as it did. Who knows what horrible sin the bowl committed that finally brought it to the attention of Wonderbutt?
So, the reason that I am contemplating a pleasant evening with Wonderbutt is because I am an optimist. (Don’t laugh. I hear some of my loyal readers snorting. Maybe I’m trying to change. Did you ever consider that?) And, I figure that, since our little gaseous windbag chose to feast on sweet-smelling dried flowers and leaves, I should, for once, experience an evening of orange and lavender scented flatulence.
Now, if I could just figure out how to quiet his snoring, I might actually enjoy having a 65- pound bulldog spread out across my legs while I laugh and shake my head at the idiot gas-bags they like to lampoon on The Daily Show.
There are some people in this world that might benefit from their own dose of potpourri every once in awhile.