I learned something today.
On Saturday I came down from Edmonton to my parent’s new home a bit outside of Calgary. (South of Red Deer, the radio stations that aren’t playing country music are only playing Christmas music. You can’t win in that situation.) Before leaving, I stopped off at the farmer’s market. I was there to pick up a turkey for Christmas, but I also needed a gift for Harry (a dog). I found it. There was a place there selling huge honking bones for dogs. These are bones straight from the cow, large, and bits of gristle still hanging off it. Perfect.
Now Harry quite likes this bone. He also likes burying it and saving it for later. I guess being underground helps tenderize it. I don’t know, I’m not a dog. In either case, it leaves his breath rather rancid. And he is quite willing to share the smell with you. He is not willing to share the bone.
So I found the perfect solution: Listerine Pocket Paks. Those small little sheets of green that melt in your mouth instantly. I held one up to him. His first instinct is to sniff, then lick to figure out what it is. Because of how they are formulated, they melt immediately in saliva. So that first slurp carries it right into his mouth where he can’t get rid of it. Most importantly, he can’t spit it out. Any other breath mint would be on the floor at first taste. With this, all he could get out was some drool.
So now when he pants in my face, it’s minty fresh.