Sunday Morning Dawg

I wonder, sometimes, what he's smelling when he stops and gets distracted by an odor on the ground.

There doesn't seem to be anything there, but he's powerfully distracted by something in the grass.  A cricket, maybe, or a passing dog left a sign-post that only he can smell.  Then I decide that it's probably best that I not know what he's sniffing.  It might induce my gag reflex.