a co-worker brought his dog, a goldendoodle named Gatsby, to work yesterday. as i was fussing over him, i told the dog affectionately, “you have some serious dog-breath!”

my coworker leaned over conspiratorially, “i secretly kind of like that smell,” he confesses, “don’t tell anyone.”

“that’s okay,” i confided, “i secretly love the smell of warm, sleepy cat.”