Rhinoceros Running

It’s been a little rainy here in Chicago, which is par for the course in the springtime, isn’t it? Everywhere.

What heralds springtime for me isn’t so much the greenery and the way the population of cold climates ventures out-of-doors–it’s the smell of wet dog. I don’t know what it is about sprinkling a dog with a generous bit of rainwater that yields the very distinct scent that is Wet Dog.

I’m seriously thinking about a line of products called Wet Dog. Wet Dog candles that smell like–wait for it–a dog just in from a walk in the rain. Perhaps a bit of Wet Dog Feet–that rank odor along with the smell of corn chips. (Why do all dogs’ feet smell like corn chips?)

Other ideas: Sick Dog. Dog Loses to Skunk. Flatulent Dog. Possibly my personal favorite: Dog Breath.