"I have to admit, the smell is getting to me."
"What, his poop?"
"No, his breath."
"Oh. Yes, well, he is a dog."
"So? He can still eat mints or something."
"What, like Altoids?
"Sure."
"... Um, no."
"Darn."
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
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