Airing My Dirty Laundry

Oscar, my dog, has a propensity for doing things that are beyond our comprehension. What he did today was downright disgusting.

So we play in an indoor soccer league on Wednesday nights. I sweat a lot, even when I'm not moving. I'm pretty sure that I'm never 100% dry...ever. Anyway, after our game, I changed shirts and threw the dripping-wet one into my duffel bag as we went to the Dr's Inn for our post-game happy hour. It was late when we got home so I didn't bother to unpack, and I continued to not bother to unpack until today, Sunday, four days later. Over these four days, that nasty t-shirt marinated, not only in its own juices, but also in the aroma of my socks, the shirt Tom wore to play goalie, my shoes, and my shin guards, which I've used since high school. Needless to say, it was quite noxious when I opened the bag and transfered the contents to my laundry basket.

Oscar, being the curious dog that he is, felt the need to sniff everything. I've gotten used to that, since he's part black lab and part beagle. But what he did next blew my mind. He continued to sniff my laundry, then sunk his head in it and burrowed around until he was satisfied that he'd smelled it all. And then...he started sliding his head back and forth across the top of my smelly laundry, at least 10 times. He sort of looked like Stevie Wonder, back and forth, back and forth, wiping his face with my socks and my t-shirts and everything else that Michaelene dares not touch until it's clean. He continued until I grabbed him and made him stop. I don't get it. I don't get him.