Dr Wicked, chips and Chuck

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Below is the 230 words I wrote.

Some minor editing completed.

I have no idea what to write for today's blog post.  It is kind of weird because I have been so vastly prolific, well to be more accurate, I was vastly prolific  for about a week and I have been coasting on those back posts, with some timely ones tossed in, for a while.  It is like the blogging muscles are atrophied a bit.

I love Dr Wicked's site, it makes me write and write and write, and sometimes that is enough to unstick the glue that gets the writing going.

Now I've got a post. *cue the light bulb going on*

Here begins the formal post:

I was just sitting here, staring at a blank page, having an unusual minor block about what to write, when a waft of smell came over me.  A pungent and delicious mixture of rosemary and lavender.

It's Chuck.

Most of the parks in our village are heavily planted with those two delightful smelling plants, and Chuck LOVES to rub through them when investigating what dogs have been there before him, and in preparation for doing his own thing.

He comes home smelling heavenly.

On a related note, his feet smell like nacho chips.  I have to admit that they smell really good.  Do most dog's feet smell that good or is it only him?

Now I have a wicked craving for chips. 

To go to the local bar and get some or not, that is the question.

Maybe I'll see if the man would go....heh heh heh