Two years ago I would have sworn that Hammy was the only butt sniffer in our family. Turns out I am following in his paw steps.
I cannot believe how many times I sniff Grady’s butt every day. I sniff wondering if it was just a fart or if it was poop. My God. My nose has never been so close to poop before.
When I smell something amiss at the gym, I don’t run over to all of the other “worker outers” to see if they crapped their pants. But at home… I’m a different woman. I smell something weird, I sniff. And I sniff with a vengeance.