Does stink just come with age? I’m talking about dogs, not men, although at least one person in my house sees a parallel between the two. Shania, our three-legged blue heeler, is going on eight years old. She’s eaten only Science Diet dog food her entire life. But I swear she’s had more gas in the last year than in the first seven combined. Not only that, her coat stinks. Her breath stinks. Her three little feet stink. Maybe she’s got a dead raccoon she visits when she goes up the hill for her morning meditation. I don’t know. But sitting here trying to think deep thoughts, I keep being distracted by her malodorous presence.
Is there a spiritual lesson here? Stayed tuned.