The Pong From my Neighbour’s Door
March 1st 2009 21:00
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Now I love animals as much as the next person but I have to admit, sometimes they pong. A case in point is one of my neighbours. She has a beautiful cross breed dog who is very friendly. The problem is whenever she opens the door to her flat, there’s a pong. It smells of unwashed dog. I don’t get this as I’ve patted the dog a few times and close up, he doesn’t smell at all. Neither does my hand from stroking him. So why the pong?
It’s a terrible pong too. It floats up to where I live, which is on the second floor. I can always tell when the dog has been around just by following my nose.
Someone I know who has been inside her flat many times also complains about the smell. Speaking of which, the same person once told me she knew another woman who also kept a dog in her flat. She told me her flat smelt of dog p*ss. Apparently this woman lets her dog pee all over the place and doesn’t bother to clean up after it.
Now I’m beginning to understand why the body corporate in my building prefers cats to dogs. I’ve never come across a smelly cat. The closest I got to cat pong was the time Butterscotch and Gingersnap chewed on the bow on my top. The bow ended up smelling of tuna. And my father used to complain about the blue Persian cat who liked to visit us but that was only because she liked to pee in our garden.
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