At the races

Not As Good As This

When I walk the dog, he stops to sniff the urine of the last dog to stop by every light post, trash can and tree along the way.

I wait while he sniffs each stop for what seems like 10 minutes.

Then he looks at me and says, “THAT smells like really good urine. One of the best I’ve sniffed. Top of the line.”

Lifts his leg and says, “But not as good as this.”