Literally, my sense of smell is close to zero. (I used to volunteer to clean out dog runs at the Humane Society.)

So if there's a doggy smell, I couldn't say.

Morning feedings are an adventure. Factors to consider:

1. Dagmar and Yoo-Hoo are SUPPOSED to be on special diets. (Unbeknownst to Barbara, I mix in regular food with their special food because A. I don't really believe they need the special food and B. Barbara has objected if I give them more than a scoopful of the special food because of the expense and they have large appetites.

2. Oh, by the way, Dagmar the standard poodle can jump up high and get into mischief and you'll understand the significance in a moment.

3. And Margie the miniature poodle is food-aggressive and she's particularly nasty to one of our visitors, Benji.

So:

The routine is to bring the doggie medicines and various containers of visitor dogfoods into the house from the garage, and as simultaneously as possible coax Yoo-Hoo and Dagmar into the garage, where they will eat their separate concoctions. Also transferred from garage to house is the trash basket. Most if not all of these items are transferred to my study so that the OTHER dogs can't get into them, but up high and in the house is an option because everybody's small except Dagmar, who, if you remember, is by this time in the garage. Then I feed Spiffy in HIS crate, Lacey in HER crate, and Bean/Peanut/Chip in THEIR crate. Those last four are chihuahuas, and I haven't even told you about yesterday morning when they all slept on our bed and we couldn't find Peanut at all because he'd gotten rolled up inside a blanket and I was in a panic wondering what I was going to say to the owners about how we'd lost one of their darling chihuahuas.

Back to the feeding. While Yoo-Hoo and Dagmar are waiting reasonably patiently in the garage, I fill up four bowls of "regular" food -- Science Diet -- and bring it out into the house for Margie and the schnauzers Fritz and Max and visitor Benji to (hopefully) gobble down fast but they haven't figured out that they'd better eat fast or the bowls will be taken up. Then I go into the garage and set out the two bowls for Yoo-Hoo and Dagmar. Then I hurry back into the house to keep the four "regular" dogs from killing each other over the four widely separated bowls. (Margie, you remember, is food-aggressive.) They respond well to verbal instructions and a water bottle I keep handy. When that's going well, I have time to go into the garage and give some more regular food to Dagmar and Yoo-Hoo because if they get bored they look for mischief to get into. (The garage is a mess.) Then I go back into the house, pick up the four regular bowls so that I can let the crated dogs out and then let Yoo-Hoo and Dagmar back into the house and somewhere before and after all of that I arrange for the chihuahuas to get into the back yard for poop-time and oh by the way Fritz and Max sorta need to be crated when Bean and Peanut and Chip are peeing and pooping because they're a little bit intimidating toward our precious small guests. (Lacey has toughened up and they don't bother Lacey. Any more.)

(I have to go now. I love you, Z.)