Introducing...TILLY!

Is this dog just too stinkin' adorable, OR WHAT?!


This is Tilly. My daughter "acquired" her after months of looking at her pitiful face in the backyard of my in-laws. Almost immediately after my mother-in-law brought Tilly home, she got sick and couldn't house train Tilly and the poor thing ended up outside. In the backyard. Behind a fence. In the rain and cold. I mean, who could resist this face?



So just after new year's my mother-in-law let Lindsay take Tilly home for a "visit". The visit has officially lasted just over 5 months...and counting. They are very, very happy together! (Please ignore the Flashdance wannabe and focus on the cute canine)



But as SERIOUSLY CUTE as this dog is, she has a tiny problem. Okay, it's not so tiny. SHE is tiny. The problem? Not so tiny.

She has some serious halitosis. We are talking big time foul breath, people. BIG, bad fetor oris. Yuck mouth. Yes. From this tiny thing comes the most gut wrenching smell ever.

I think she is slightly self-conscious.



We've tried lots of things: teeth cleaning, dog biscuits, chewy bones, different dog food and...ready?....listerine breath tabs. Yes. I know.

Nothing has worked.

So we just keep her at a safe distance. But that's hard because we all want to just love up on her. But, ugh! That nasty breath! And like I said, I'm sure the poor little gal is all self-conscious about the foulness of it all. It doesn't take that many turns of the head and "UGH! TILLY!" to know something is wrong with the hygiene. I thought all hope was lost.

Until I went to Monterey Bay this past week.

I know. You are wondering where my thought process is going with all of this. Just stay with me. I promise it will make sense.

My best friend treated me to a wonderful few days in Monterey, complete with whale watching.



This is a picture I took of two whales surfacing and blowing water out of their blow holes. It was a sight to behold. Honestly. I marveled at them. And as the boat continued drifting, we drifted right through the very spot where the whales had surfaced. And it stunk mighty bad. We were informed the smell was from the spewed water out of the whales.

They called it whale's breath.

I looked at my best friend and said, quite seriously, "Tilly is a whale." It makes perfect sense. Don't you think?