A Nose with Legs

I tell people I am a nose with legs. I also tell people I am part Labrador Retriever perhaps more parts than homosapien. Maybe I should get a job as a bomb sniffing dog. I once freaked out my boyfriend by sniffing his flannel shirt collar and naming all of the places he had been to that day. It still blows my mind but the information was there, all I did was inhale. I listed the locations: Dom and Louis diner, The Met Cafe, and Susan's apartment. That was my first bomb sniffing gig, and I nailed it.