"- My beautiful dog, my good dog, my dear doggie, come and breathe an excellent perfume bought from the best perfumer in town." And the dog, wagging his tail, which is, I believe, in these poor beings, the corresponding sign of laughter and smile, approaches and puts his wet nose curiously on the uncorked bottle; then, suddenly recoiling with fright, he barks at me in a manner of reproach. "Ah, wretched dog, if I had offered you a packet of excrement, you would have sniffed it with delight and perhaps devoured it. Thus, you yourself, unworthy companion of my sad life, resemble the public, to whom one should never present delicate perfumes that exasperate them, but carefully chosen garbage." The dog and the bottle - The Spleen of Paris Charles Baudelaire
