The fresh flowers, the numerous varieties of trees, the grass after a good cutting (okay, you can get that one in the big bad city), the skunk that was wondering through the yard when Logan was out for his pre-bed bathroom break.
Well, actually, the latter is not a smell that you want to pick-up late at night after a busy day. It means scrambling for the dog, who is busily trying to rub the ghastly burnt tires odour from his coat. It means a pre-bed bath in a vain attempt to reduce the strength of the olfactory bombardment. It means waking in the middle of the night/early morning to a constant whiff of said burnt nastiness. Oh, and it also means checking online at 3:00 am for de-skunk remedies so that you are ready to go the next day.
Pee-uuuu!
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