Must’a Sniffed It Out

I found Dewey under the Christmas tree, helping himself to the unwrapping of one of the dog’s wrapped gifts. I have no idea how he picked that one out of all of the gifts under the tree. If was a flat squeekerless toy that makes the crinkled paper sound. There is no smell to it so seriously, how did he know? What ever it was, I let him finish ripping it open and claim it as his own.