Can’t fool the old crotch sniff.
For real.
I was at Sally Beauty one day talking to a fellow metal head who worked there and the “thing” who was her co-worker came outside to get some of the Monster Dog lovey-dovin’ Odin was dishing out to the friend.
Odin happily walked over to ‘her’ big-bosomed, heavily made-up and femininely adorned self...and -stopped-.
His nostrils flared wide and I *swear* he got “cartoon dog eyes”.
He reversed full speed, hackles up and growling.
He knew he wasn’t supposed attack The Thing so he stood behind me grumbling every time It moved.
[I think he was woefully conflicted]
I told It I was sorry and that sometimes, he could be “somewhat offish”.
[yeah, right...he’s Mr Meet & Greet Everybody]
Even a “dumb dog” knows an “unnatural freak” when it encounters one.
He still looks in the window and mutters to himself if we pass that shop in the strip mall.