The golden retriever waits by the door, her nose keenly attuned to the arrival of her owner.
She closes eyes and lets her sense drift over the lawn. An entire image fills her brain, crafted purely from the chemicals of the air. clearer than our sight, with colours we could not begin to understand.
A few mice are scurrying by the hedge. The hedge needs watering. Someone has spilt some lemonade by the gate. The plants smell healthier by the spill.
She lets her sense expand out beyond the hedge, to the street. The burnt caustic aroma of the cars. A neighbour out jogging, near the end of his run. A wren has made a nest in a tree a few doors down.
And suddenly she is there, large as life, drowning out any smell. An image twelve feet tall. Majestic, proud, striding purposefully towards her. Now about 50 feet away.
She smells a touch of sadness.
She will cheer her up straight away!
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