Thursday, March 06, 2008
When Arthur goes outside, the first thing he does is stick his muzzle in the air and sniff like mad. (He has outstanding nose mobility.) There is almost always a breeze blowing through the backyard with what must be a veritable cornucopia of smells because he'll stand there for a good minute or two, acting like some kind of hound dog on the scent of a wild animal. Tally ho!
It's all for show, however, because I know for a fact that he is somewhat smell deficient. I've seen him stroll right past cats and not because he was playing it cool - if he doesn't see it or hear it, it doesn't exist.
Unless it smells like cheese.