The Amazing Epic Love Story of Bass Isles and Jo Friday Rizzoli in 3D
Chapter 2: Love At First Sniff. Or Not
It wasn't always love. It wasn't, like, love at first sight. Or as *someone* likes to say, love at first sniff.
And well, yeah, that first sniff, a lot like the first meeting, was not great. There was too much going on for our little brains to process, for there's only so much the brain the size of a small tangerine *can* process at one time, am I right or am I right?
Also, I think I was a little overwhelmed. And I think he was a little overwhelmed. Also, I was a bit of a spaz, I can admit it. But then again, so was he. In a totally OMG get away from me kind of way. Because all I tried to do was sniff his rear end. And what does he do? He goes and turtles on me!
That's right, I said you turtled on me – you pulled in your head and legs. That's the expression! To turtle. So, tortoises 'turtle'. Tortoises don't 'tortoise'! I'm sorry but that's the way it is. Don't blame me for the English language!
Anyway, as I was saying, all I tried to do was sniff his rear – it's what my kind does, after all – and he turtled. Not the most auspicious start.