The Air Freshener of Doom

Living here in a house with four dogs, I do worry about keeping the house clean.  That's especially true with a very senior dog in the house who suffers a few of the indignities of old age that aren't always so fresh smelling, if you know what I mean.  Not too long ago, I was more concerned about it than usual when we had a guest staying here at the house before and after Bunny and I made our trip to the beach.  I know that she has dogs, doesn't expect my house to be perfectly clean and wouldn't think a thing about the state of our house, but, well, I still wanted it to be nice.

We spent a couple of days making sure the house was nicely cleaned, partly because it was time for it to be done anyway.  When they arrived, I was satisfied with the house and didn't have any worries about our friend being here.  While I was away, Mr. Taleteller found a new contraption to help with keeping the house smelling nice that he decided to buy as a way of being nice.  If only he'd known that he was actually a German Shepherd torture device when he paid his hard-earned dollars for it!

The gadget is an air freshener that inside a little motorized tube that you can set to release a burst of spray at certain time intervals.  Mr. Taleteller set it on nine minutes, put it on the front windowsill and pretty much forgot about it, except for the occasional whiff of a lilac-scented garden.  However, a small burst of spray isn't all that it delivers.

I might add that as part of her duties as a good Shepherd, Morgan goes on regular patrols of our house.  One of her main vantage points is the window in the front window, where people are so bold as to walk past our house on the sidewalk while churning up dried leaves.  Three weeks later, Morgan still has the same reaction to the air freshener.  It never seems to fail that her check of the front window coincides with the burst of spray from the air freshener.

Morgan:  Everybody down!  Hit the deck!  (This is spoken from the floor as she lays plastered there with paws over her head.)

Me:  Morgan, there's nothing out there...

Morgan:  We're under attack!  Did you not hear that?

Me:  It wasn't an attack.  It was just...

Morgan:  I felt the breath of the beast clinging to my fur!  It smells like rancid lilacs!

Me:  It's just the air freshener.

Morgan:  Would you all just get down?!  I can't protect you all when you're sitting there in plain view!

Me:  (sighing)  Oh, look, it's running away!

Morgan:  See!  I told you!  Where did it go?

Me:  Probably to the same place as that rabbit you're always after.

So, she goes back on patrol, making sure that we're all safe from lilac-scented ghosts and boogeymen.   Of course, the attacks by these foul phantoms occur several times a day, but Morgan is sure that one day she'll scare them off.  It's good to know that I have a ferocious dog who can keep me safe from air fresheners.

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