The smell that assaulted me when she walked in the door whisked me back to my graduate schools days. I played on a co-ed soccer team with a bunch of international male students and other female, American students. The fields on which we played were haunted by Canada Geese while not in use. Greenish-brown turds mixed with the misting rain resulting in nauseating slime on our legs as we splashed on the soaked grass.
White Dragon reeked of the odor. A tell-tale spot decorated her face. Closer inspection revealed a body length streak on her right flank. We hied to Dirty Dogs.
Now, the odor that follows her is flowery, more befitting a white, girl dog.