Down Wind

My father always got irritated with his bird dogs because they would always run way out in front of him and take a real smelly one and then he would have to smell it for about one hundred yards. I always thought it was funny. That is until Molly did it to me last night. Flowers were wilting, flies were dropping out of the air, and the neighbors started complaining. It was that bad/good. Molly was proud of it and a few of her dog buddies came by to admire it. She did not eat anything unusual. She just had her dog treats and her food. I need to change dog food and treats.