If Only You Knew How Much I Smell You

This book caught my eye a few years ago in a Powell River store. Things like this usually repulse me, but I found the title so sweet and honest that I was compelled to look inside. The contents were so endearing that I was further compelled to buy the book. I later donated it to a raffle for someone else to enjoy, but I remembered the title yesterday. You see, Tonka is a great Sniffer of Things and Tilley almost bit off a nostril when he practically inhaled one of her ears (it was cute, except for the growling). She was even less pleased when he took olfactory interest in her beloved tennis ball. He was also pretty curious about my new (to me, for $100) little camera when I was getting pictures of Feeder 2.0.