My son and daughter-in-law had me over for dinner tonight. I wore my good khakis and a good yellow shirt. They have a new pup-dog, Dora. Dora is adorable and was so friendly and affectionate with me, sat right next to me on the couch, licked my face, rubbed her little self all over me. When I got home I immediately changed into my civvies, strong denim (I am Eleven's scratch post.). But Eleven didn't want to play scratch post. He ignored me for the intoxicating, exotic scents Dora had left on my khakis and button-down. I was the husband who comes home with perfume not his wife's on his clothes and lipstick on my collar.