I have to admit, I am kind of blessed in that way. I had a concussion a few years back and it robbed me of my sense of smell. So when my dogs are wet and stinky, I remember how it smells but it does not bother me. HOWEVER, I am aware that other “smelling” people might come to my house and it will be important to them that my house not be foul smelling. First impressions are EVERYTHING.
How do I deal with that? Well, I Fabreeze everything to death. I keep the “wet” dogs in the basement until they are dry. The cat litter box? it gets cleaned daily - i'm not taking a chance! Of course, I wear deodorant and NEVER wear perfume, just in case it’s too much and I can’t tell it is. I air out the house every chance i get and have enlisted good friends to come and "sniff" us out often and make sure we're doing ok.
I do promise I would never resort to singing “Smelly Cats” as our Friend Phoebe does, however, I will always ask for forgiveness if the fragrance here is not what you expected.
It was awful when I found out of the loss of this sense – well, almost 100% awful, not quite. I found out I could not smell in the spring, when farmers are spreading manure on their fields. No, I can’t smell the bad stuff. But I remember the smell of fresh cut grass… and long for it… Clothes washed in Ivory Snow – tiny baby smell that makes you want to melt…
Good things? I can now eat seafood because I could not stand the smell of it before; I can now volunteer at a homeless shelter because the aroma won't get to me… that does not sound like a curse to me.
Arrivederci my friends and Salut!
Better be a Little “S” than a Little Less J