Very early in my run I had to help catch a little dog that had escaped his owner and was chasing me. It was one smelly dog. For most of the run, every time I itched anywhere near my face, I threw up in my mouth a little when hit with the foul odor of a dog that probably hasn't been bathed in the last two years. Towards the end of the run, I sweated most of it off, but still caught a faint whiff of that doggy perfume.
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