By March the mats became impenetrable, like body armor, with new clumps forming along his spine. By April he looked like a dimetradon.
When we went past a fragrant dairy farm, my husband reminisced about how he used to instruct our kids to 'Breathe DEEP! Can you smell the Apple PIE?’ And everyone in the car would huff the farm air, nostrils hung from the windows -- then gag and wretch and he would erupt in peals of laughter.
He was an effluviating machine erupting like a volcano from all directions. I kept apologizing. "I am SO sorry he is so... fragrant. But YOU guys smell GREAT!"
Regard below to see what Bardeau looks like! (No wonder they call it The Simba!)