Scratching the dirt, nothing will be there. But the scent, the scent will remain.
Paws tearing, sifting, working, but nothing.
In a moment you'll raise your nose, sniff again, feeling,
waiting to see if something, anything emerges, but it won't. Your interest will waver for a moment as you
ponder departing, ponder finding a new place, a new smell to investigate, but
this place, this odor, will remain sharp, like a knife in your brain.
You will be unable to walk away. Scratching the dirt, nothing will be there,
but the scent, the scent will remain.
Congratulations Obsessive Compulsive Dog!
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