A tale of two smells (by Ojo)

Hi hi hi! Ojo here! This is a story about a SMELL. TWO smells, actually! It has a happy start, a bad middle, and a happy ending! Are you ready? Here is my story!

Chapter One

Once upon a time there was ME, Ojo! I went running by a big river. My nose detected something amazing: a Very Dead and Decaying Thing! What a find!

I rolled in the Very Dead and Decaying Thing. I rolled and rolled and rolled! My whole body was covered in gunk. It was sticky. It was goopy. It was slimy. It gave me spiky points on my fur!

Once upon a time there was ME, Ojo. I had a Very Good Stink on me.

Then, tragedy. My person gave me a bath. She wet me and washed me and soaped me and scrubbed me, until I smelled like dog shampoo.

But I promised this story has a happy ending, so here's what happened next: My fur dried. And I still smelled like Very Dead and Decaying Thing! I felt happy indeed!

But wait, there's more!

Chapter Two

Once upon a time there was ME, Ojo! A few days later I went running by a little creek. My nose detected something amazing: a Very Large Pile of Poop! What a find!

I rolled in the Very Large Pile of Poop. I rolled and rolled and rolled! My whole body was covered in gunk. It was sticky. It was goopy. It was slimy. It gave me spiky points on my fur!

Once upon a time there was ME, Ojo. Now I had TWO Very Good Stinks on me.

Then, tragedy. My person gave me a bath. She wet me and gave me an apple cider vinegar rinse. Then she wet me again and put enzyme cleaner on me. (Can you imagine?!?) Then she wet me again and washed me and soaped me and scrubbed me, until I smelled like apple cider vinegar and enzyme cleaner and dog shampoo.

But I still promised this story has a happy ending, so here's what happened next:

My fur is drying. And I still smell like Very Dead and Decaying Thing AND Very Large Pile of Poop! Hurray!

We are here

Where is here? By a Lake in the fog and the rain, of course!

You are out there...

...and I am in here. Why can I not be out there with you? Wait, what is that you're carrying? It is a bag from inside that store? Does it have any bacon in it? Or Dog treats?*

* Editor's note: There were indeed dog treats in the bag.

Ducky had an accident in my mouth, can you fix him? (by Ojo)

Hi hi hi. Ojo here. Ducky had an accident in my mouth.

It was an oops. didn't mean to remove his leg! Can you fix him so I can give him back to Cobi? Pretty please?

This is MY Ducky

This is MY Ducky. I have had Ducky since I was a puppy. He was the first toy my people bought me! Back then Ducky was very large, almost as big as me. I don't know why he shrank.

(What do you mean it was me that grew? That doesn't make any sense. I have always been ME. Clearly it is Ducky who changed, not me.)

Ojo borrowed Ducky this week. Now one of his feet is separate from his body. This is not okay. Can you fix him?