We’ve never had a puppy. Ash’s breath stinks. Fortunately, I rarely get nose-to-nose with her!
Dog breath stinks (and I love dogs).
There's a short window of a few weeks in the life of a puppy when it's breath smells like . . . puppy breath. I can't compare it to anything else and it's not so appealing to the masses that Chanel is attempting to bother it.
But around many dog lovers you can say 'the smell of puppy breath' and they'll smile and nod their heads knowingly.
It's a basic, primal, good smell. It ranks up there with the smell of newly mown grass on a summer's evening; a favorite old flannel shirt fresh from the clothes line; the back of a baby's neck after a bath; whole wheat bread dough that's rising; a distant campfire.
When somebody comes around with a puppy I don't want to hold it to rub the smooth pinky belly, or to let it nip my finger with needle-sharp teeth, or to have it snuggle under my chin. I want to smell its puppy breath.
I may need professional help (well, it may be another reason I need professional help).
There is a reason why “Animal” on Hill Street Blues called perps “dog breath!”
As as aside, he plays a gangster on General Hospital. I only watch it about one week a month, now, but most of my desire to watch it is to see what evil he comes up with. He’s really a fine actor.