This week: the sense of smell
Christmas allows me a short respite from my hectic schedule to relax at home and have a quiet day.
Some of my readers may already know that I am the proud owner of four beloved dogs. There is a terrier cross, but we don't know what the mix is, a Pomeranian, an Afghan hound and a shih-tzu. None of these breeds is famous for its sense of smell as all are toy breeds except the Afghan hound, which is a sight hound that traditionally hunts with excellent vision rather than smell.
I live in a village house in Sai Kung, and I am lucky enough to have an outdoor roof space. I am not the only one who takes advantage of the open space on the roof. My cats and dogs love to sunbake, especially during the colder months.
On Christmas Day, all my dogs were sunbathing upstairs while I was a couple of floors down, sneakily opening a bag of chips. After munching on the chips for about two minutes, there was a loud clamouring of lots of little feet rushing down the stairs like a mini-stampede.
It would seem I wasn't nearly stealthy enough, and four drooling dogs suddenly surrounded me with desperate looks in their eyes. For my disturbing their sunbaking with an aromatic bag of chips, there was a price to be paid.