As Long as the Dog is Happy

I've started (sort of) acclimating to unemployment. I no longer obsessively check my phone or ipad for emails or instant messages. I'm looking over the house, making lists of projects that have been put off for too long as, "when I have the time". I've got nothing BUT time now, so I have to eat my own dog food, I guess. Speaking of which, our Big Golden Dawg is quite happy having me home so much. She and I both need to take weight off, so she is getting lots more walks. In her case its less of a "walk" and more of an extended "sniff". MDH and I call it taking her for a smell. The world is one, gigantic olfactory nirvana to my dog. Like I browse Facebook, she browses her P-Mail, sometimes just glancing at it, sometimes catching a whiff of something much more intriguing. She will place her nose down and linger, huffing and chuffing, taking it all in. I'd love to see a computer readout of her brain waves, what information these scents are imparting. "Male Boxer. 6 Human Years. No Balls. Last ate a bowl of kibble and some cat poop." "Female Chihuahua. Scared of the vacuum. Recently tried to hump a garden hose. Not too bright." Or maybe, she just really loves the smell of pee. Hard to know.