The rains have kept me trapped in my apartment so instead of grabbing some stage time, I've been surfing various news sites trolling headlines. At least I was, until 60 Minutes came on with a fascinating story about how dogs have the ability to sniff cancer.
Apparently, their olfactory senses are so fine-tuned they can detect chemicals present in various cancers and, chances are, other diseases as well.
This is great news for medicine, bad news for me. Now every time my dog sniffs me, I have to wonder, "What is it, Bean? What are you trying to tell me?" When she barks, I'll no longer know if it's because she has to go to the bathroom, or because she's trying to tell me I've got melanoma. Fantastic.
I believe other studies on this phenomenon are on the way. A day may come when springer spaniels examine you instead of doctors. I actually envision a day when dogs are trained to sniff hundreds of diseases. And when that day comes, I'm going to start breeding dogs that can sniff out herpes. Imagine how secure you'd feel if everyone you dated met your dog before you went out with them? It would revolutionize dating.
All right. These are my random thoughts on a rainy Sunday evening.