My boyfriend smells like olives. Recently, he took me to dinner at a very romantic tapas bar and we were having a nice time. Until I accidentally ordered a dish that has olives (Eeeewwww.) “No big deal” he said. He LOVES olives and traded plates with me. But, of course, that night when we kissed all I could taste were those gross olives. Even weeks later it’s all I can smell whenever he gets close. I finally talked to him about it and he swears he hasn’t been eating any. I think I hurt his feelings. Nevertheless, he still smells like olives. — In a Pickle.
Dear In a Pickle,
I just fell asleep for 5 hours. It’s night time now. Soon it will be morning and the man will feed me the dry food. But it’s not soon enough. I long for the sound of the dry pellets being poured from the heavy bag into the metal bowl. It’s a happy sound. I want to roll around on the carpet. I LOVE TO ROLL AROUND ON THE CARPET! Once, the man left the front door open. I panicked and dashed out into the hallway. It was scary!
Many thanks to Miles for filling in while I took some time to rest and catch up on housework. He seems to have had a good time and even volunteered to fill in again in the future. I might let him answer a couple questions while I’m on vacation in a few weeks. ‘Til then, he bids you all good-bye and happy napping. — Wendy