Why would I include a picture of a fumarole in a post about my dog?
Well, the other day Ellie added to her growing list of dietary adventures by eating a tub of margarine. That evening, Sam was sleeping on my lap as Ellie’s digestive system struggled to cope. Every so often he’d raise his head up and I knew his superior senses detected an incoming round that mine did not. Much like when I photograph the fumaroles and mud pots and geysers in Yellowstone, I was thankful that I have such a poor sense of smell.
