I was driving over the Aurora Bridge on Friday with my dog Billy in the back seat when I suddenly got the distinct sense that Billy had decided to let’r rip. I opened all the windows and tried to air out the car but that did no good. It wasn’t until I was over the bridge and on my way towards Downtown that the smell dissipated.
Turns out Billy was not the culprit after all. It was a whole lot of rotting, dead fish.
Apologies to Billy.