Stories of the Street - Thirty nine

A dog is happily walking down the road, nose close to the road’s surface, ears pricked up for anything interesting. Just background noise overhead and boring human smells but every surface has potential.

Every smell tells a story.

“Here we go”, he thinks in his doggy way, “a large male, this one, with a bit of a problem with his general health but still strong. Long hair, probably slightly older than me and with pretty good food, lucky swine. Better than my food, any way. Left the scent earlier this morning and is fairly local, though not been this way for a little while. Noticed me, though and has overtones of wanting to share packs with me. Sounds good. I’ll add my scent and see what happens….”

“Hullo, here’s another. This time the first dog’s scent is connected with a pretty small female I know. Some tones of interest there; I think he must have noted her earlier scent and his is a response to that. She is a bit cheeky showing interest in him. I have first call there, I always have! Better get that across before the whole thing gets out of hand.”

“A bit of scent here and there will help do the trick.”

“Hullo, something even more interesting. One of those foxes has passed by here and taken a shine to one of the local cats. He thinks she will make a very nice snack. A couple of other scents seem to be hinting his friends are feeling the same way. Stupid animals, catching cats is not a good idea. Chasing them is fun, mind you…but so is chasing those stupid foxes!”

“Hold on, I am being dragged off to the stairwell where I often get a few special sweet treats. I’ll read more on the way home; lets get up these stairs fast and start looking all eager and lovey-dovey! That should do the trick.”