Candles = Memories

I can feel the holiday season coming already. I'm not too excited about it right now, but nevertheless, I bought scented candles the other day, and I was reminded of a funny little story that took place while Sparks was still around:

I had returned from grocery shopping and had purchased a set of vanilla-scented candles. I lit them immediately and started unpacking the groceries when suddenly I felt a nose poking me from behind. I turned and saw Sparky going through all the grocery bags that I had just carried in. When he couldn't find what he was looking for, he just stared at me. At that time I had no idea what he wanted either, so I showed him all the contents of my bags and let him pick. Nope, that wasn't it. He continued to roam through the house, nose high in the air. I broke out in laughter when he suddenly started to lick the air. What a hilarious sight: it was a fast lick, almost frantic, while walking through the house, desperately trying to pick up where the scent was coming from. It finally dawned on me that those candles were the cause of this and that he was trying to lick up the vanilla.

I always wondered whether my fuzzball was the only one reacting to scented candles like that. Clearly, I had a big foodie on my hand ... he was able to pick up any food scent from ten miles away. He could be in deep slumber, at the other end of the house, when I would try to open the fridge and get myself a little something. By the time I'd close the fridge door, he'd be behind me, cornering me with those big brown eyes, looking as if he hadn't had a decent meal in over a week ... I love those memories. And I loved that look. What a big mooch.

Mommy misses you, puppyface.