By Judith Costello
I wonder — do moms smell different? I have come to this question because our 50-pound dog, who still believes she is a puppy, just ran in the door, sniffed for a brief moment and raced to the dark corner where I sat at my computer. She jumped in my lap, threatening to knock over the stack of books on my desk. Meanwhile, the other dog barked wildly and bit the puppy’s paw. She is jealous! Chaos reigns for a moment … and it is simply because I am the Mom of this household. All our animals seem to have a honing instinct which keeps them tuned into me.
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