You Have Pop Tart On Your Breath

I believe my puppy Journey measures my days by what kind of food I smell like when I come home. One afternoon, I had spilled some white sauce from a Japanese restaurant on my hoodie at lunch, and he honed in on that as soon as I got home. I finally had to take my hoodie off and give it to her so she would leave me alone. The next day I had spilled some hot dog chili on my pants and she had a field day with that. I was too tired to take my pants off so Journey had to do the best she could do. One afternoon I had a pop tart when I got home and she smelled pop tart on my breath and I ended up having to put her up for a while so I could have some peace. Journey thinks if whatever I eat is good enough for me, it is bound to be good enough for her.