Mom’s always saying how she should make time to stop and smell the roses. Apparently she’s been watching me sniff, and she’s seen how much fun it is.
Since we live in California, we have roses blooming nearly all year, including in January. Yesterday when we were on our daily walk, I decided I’d add Mom’s idea to my usual sniffing routine. There were some lovely red roses on our path, so I decided to go see what all the excitement was about.
Roses DO smell amazing and their petals are soft on my nose. What Mom didn’t mention was that they also attack you! She did warn me to take it easy and back off, but I was so busy sniffing, I tuned her out. The next thing I knew, one of those nasty thorns jumped out at the bridge of my nose. I’m usually tough, but yikes, that hurt, so I yelped. Everyone looked around to see what was wrong. Clearly they haven’t been attacked by thorns, or they’d understand what happened.
I warned Mom about those roses and told her to sniff at her own peril. I’ll stick with smelling pee-mail and my friends’ posts. They never attack me.