Quite often, when I am walking Ruby Dog, she will sniff some babe's crotch.
Often these cutey pies just melt into cooing and petting Ruby and laughing.
Yet, when I politely ask, "Do you mind if I have a sniff?"
They act like I am an axe murderer.
Humans. Thank goodness, once again, for the whole marrying into the marsupial species thing, with my little quimy, Betty Lou Sue Chantalice X. Oppossums don't care -- you can sniff them anywhere you want. Seriously. They smell different in different places.
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