Lately, our girl doggy has taken a shine to our freshly laundered towels that I dump on our bed to fold. She dives right into the middle of the still warm pile–twirling her body to transfer that lavender fresh fabric softener dryer cloth scent to her fur. I’m serious. Ha! She sniffs that flowery fresh scent and literally sighs with her mouth wide open in what passes for a doggy grin.
For some of you, the thought of a doggy wriggling around in the clean towels is a wrinkle up your nose in disgust moment. Tsk, tsk! She is the cleanest doggy I have ever had. And for the more sanguine of you, you might do as I do and sacrifice one towel to distract the doggy–usually one of my husband’s towels, Ha!–and let her rip while I fold the rest of the towels. He’ll never know. *wink*
And then I think of the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage. No, I don’t expect his awesomeness to dive head first into the towels on my bed–though, there is a RP fic in there somewhere, Ha! But should he wish to revel, I wouldn’t stop him. Why do I think that RA and towels are a match made in fangirl heaven? No reason, except that RA does have a prior affinity for really big towels, with regard to one of his characters [(1) right].
And besides, my guess is that RA would probably prefer pine tree, or sandalwood, or some other foresty manly scent, rather than the lavender fragrance that I favor. It’s too bad there is no way to embed a scratch and sniff feature in these blog posts–it could open up a world of possibilities. My hubby cutely pouts now and again–in his husbandly way–about having to hold my purse as I drive, or that I praise him to the skies for his dishwasher loading skills (with the dishes actually getting clean these days), and that there are a few manly scented products that he espouses: Old Spice, Old Spice, and Old Spice.
Though seriously, my tall and imposing 6 ft 4 inch tall hubby uses the same lightly scented moisturizing ivory soap bar that I do in the shower. And my hubby has even been known to snatch up my powder fresh Secret deodorant (invisible solid, of course) a time or two–when his Old Spice deodorant was out. Of course, the converse is not true, I would never use my hubby’s Old Spice deodorant. Someone might think that I was thoroughly ravished by a sailor. Ha! Besides, I always have backup supplies on hand. Snap!
Now I’m trying to picture Richard Armitage looking around my bathroom for a manly deodorant substitute like my hubby does, and RA picking up the Secret deodorant from the bathroom counter. RA might initially look disdainfully at the light blue plastic tube with a pink butterfly on the label. Then he might impulsively pop open the lid and sniff it. Looking uncertain–and glancing around to see if anyone is watching him in the bathroom–he might sniff it again. Then if RA decides that powder fresh scent wasn’t too bad, he might swipe each of his pits once–and then he could go on a quick run to sweat a bit to add his own personal tang to the mix. Ooh dear! Now we have to pause a moment to admire RA’s pitts [(2) right].
But I digress. I was speaking about our doggy and our towels. She is even so eager for the towels and their lavender scent that she will rush the recently opened clothes dryer door and sniff the lint trap. I definitely can’t picture RA doing that–sniffing the lint trap. However, I have written a scene in one of my yet to be serialized contemporary romance stories where a strategically placed open appliance door is all that stands between a naked RA character in the middle of the night–this was written before any of RA’s earthquake intimations of him sleeping in the nude–and a mature audience rating. *wink*
Of course, with Richard Armitage stating his preference for dogs [(3) right via Jeannie], I am already positively predisposed to making my freshly laundered towels available to him–in a completely platonic way, of course–or at least their fragrant clothes dryer lint trap remnants for him to sniff.