The Smell of Chess (The Untold Smell)
While I was writing "The Smell of Chess" last week another smell came to mind (or rather "to nose") that didn't quite fit in with the sentiment of the story.
Our dog, Lucky, who is now 13, and is not picky about what he eats, likes to curl up on the floor beside me when I play online chess (or write chess blogs) and quite often lets loose a rather foul odour.(It seems worse during Bullet Chess when I am less able to leave the room while the gas disipates).
The expression "It was the dog!" is used quite often around here.