Gunther, the Little Brown Dog

When I quit my Facebook account several said they would be sad to miss my dog. “What about Gunther!!” exclaimed one enchanting young woman. She clutched her hands together in anguish. She certainly did. Would I sign back up to Fb?

Stop. I am not jealous of Gunther. He may be — is — handsome, intelligent, cheerful and relentlessly progressive in his thinking, but, I feel I cannot stress too emphatically, that I don’t mind. I love him. Love him despite some drawbacks. He often has a disgusting smell. But then, who doesn’t? Dr. Juday, chemistry professor at the University of Montana, in 1979 wondered aloud why Proctor and Gamble manufactured perfumed soap? “You pay a fortune for good perfume,” he said, “and then you wash with soap that stinks.”

Gunther isn’t the only stinker. Well, he does have unusually fishy smelling breath. I hope he doesn’t have to have his teeth cleaned under a general anesthetic. And he farts, but those are pleasant smelling.