I really wish this was a smell-o-vision blog post. I really need you to fully understand how badly I stink (or stank, to be more specific). Last night after Bar Method class (where I sweat like it’s my job) I came home and did some chores. Finally I drug myself into the shower only to find I was out of body wash. Kind of a relief really. I had taken a shower earlier in the day and how clean can a person be? I did a quick rinse and got ready for bed. This morning I woke up and put on my hiking gear and headed up Runyon with the dogs. Looking back I realize I missed the step where you put on deodorant. When Dragon showed up he immediately peed on me. I guess he owns me now. I changed my hiking pants but really just toweled off the pee. I was going to Runyon where the entire hill smells like dog pee. I’d fit right in. After a long and sweaty hike, which included me getting down on my knees in dirt and filth to get pictures of the puppers I headed back to the car. Instead of immediately heading home to take a shower I went downtown to the Paws/LA headquarters to drop off some donated art for their fundraiser. When I was finally heading back home it hit me. I smelled. Not good. I smelled BAD. It was somewhat amazing. I’m shocked the dogs would even come near me. Once home I ran in and took a shower using shampoo as body wash. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I rarely use perfume and never do if I’m just at home alone, but I felt it necessary to spray a mist of vanilla scent on before getting dressed again. Whooo weeeee. Smeeeellly.
Since I can’t take pictures of my smell and technology has yet to allow me to send a horrific scent to you via blog post you will have to settle of adorable pictures of the dogs from this week. Enjoy! Pictured: Riggins (you know him), Asscher (golden retriever), Morgan (poodle), and Dragon (schnauzer)