I dogsat my sister’s Vizsla some years ago and when she returned a week later, she hugged him hello and said, “Oh, you smell like a boy’s house!” Her place at the time smelled like potpourri.
I have a recording of a Jim Henson Christmas special where the Muppets of The Muppet Show cross paths with the Muppets of Sesame Street. Watch it every year.
That’s how I snapped my Achilles.