Something I've been pleased to discover is that I love the way Lefty smells. I never particularly liked the way my parents' dogs smelled--they weren't dirty dogs; their scent just didn't do anything for me. Lefty's scent, however, brings this passage from Dodie Smith's "I Capture the Castle" to mind:
"I found my candle-end and had just knelt down by Heloise's basket to have a few words with her (she had a particularly nice warm-clean-dog smell after being asleep) when he came out again, wearing his coat over his nightshirt."
So, am I just weird, or do any of you others really like the smell of your dog? Sometimes I even like to bury my face in his ruff of fur and breathe it in (not a good idea, as I'm mildly allergic to dogs, though obviously I haven't let that stop me from owning one).