Random dog encounters

What is it with random dogs? I usually stay clear, not out of fear, but caution. I'm not keen on going to hospital (or the grave) just because I felt like showing a little affection towards an animal.....however, there's times when they just give you that look. You know the one. The "I'm alone at the moment, but I'm making the best of it and I'd be much obliged if you could help me with this itch I have behind my ear. Man I hate not having opposable thumbs." Today was one of those times.

It wasn't my fault. You can only resist that look for so long. And she was so happy and full of slightly out of place life. She just wanted someone to chat to, but a slight measure of desperation was evident by the fact that she just wandered into the garden. That and the fact that after a two second ear scratch she was on her back and begging for a good old tickle....it was at this point I stopped. Not out of fear as to how far this dog had wanted to go, but I caught a whiff of something. Not a plot or a ploy...something more nasal. This lovable ball of fur needed a bath...last week. I took a timid smell of my stroking hand (I have a policy of using only one for just such an occasion) and low and behold, this smell was contageous.....badly contagious. It was like that scene in Mallrats with the stink palm, only it was dogs ass my hand smelled of, not Jason Lee's. It was a while before I had a chance to wash, which didn't help things.

Let that be a lesson to you....and me. Tramps are tramps, no matter how cute.