Not a wet horse blanket, but the downstairs always has a trace of kennel smell. Hound dawg spends nights there. This morning: faint Pepe Le Pue. I thought what’s he done… But there at the breakfast table right in front of my nose was the culprit. Aromatic flowers, the variety of which I know not. It’s a deluxe and beautiful bouquet just delivered from the florist. Happy anniversary darhling !