I was resting today. And by resting, I mean curled up in my bed with my puppy right next to me, both ofus on the verge of nearly falling asleep. My TV was on the animal channel, because it’s Riley’s favorite… and because there’s nothing else on at 4pm that I want to subject myself to watching.
It may have been The Jeff Corwin Experience that was on, but Fatso the Dog and I were bouncing in and out of consciousness, so I don’t remember anything that was going on. I only remember waking up to hear this:
"It smells like milk."
"Is that her teet?"
And that’s when I learned black bears smell like dried milk.
I don’t like being woken up by the word teet.