You put the container of BOD in the back of a cabinet where it's not likely to be used by mistake. You're exhausted with the events of the day, and you know tomorrow will be even longer if nothing changes. However, you cannot help but irrationally hope that everything will be back to normal in the morning.
As you are getting ready for bed, you are amazed at all the various scents contained in your house which you never noticed before. Dinner had been an incredible experience, as the odor from the chicken you reheated nearly caused you to drool with anticipation. Although you had a bit of a harder time with the vegetables, you did your best to ignore your nose and complete your entire meal.
Even your bedroom holds a treasure trove of smells. Despite your lack of experience with your new nostrils, you can even pick out the scent of your girlfriend, who visited more than a week ago. You smile at first, thinking of how interesting it would be to be around her with your dog nose, but then the worry wins out, and you become unsure as to how she would react to having a boyfriend with canine features.
Things will be better in the morning, you reassure yourself. They HAVE to be.
Despite the unease, you finally drop off to sleep somewhere around discovering your hundred and thirty-fifth new scent.
You are awakened by the sound of your alarm, and groggily reach over and turn it off. It takes you a few moments to remember the crazy evening of the day before. Not even bothing to reach up to feel your nose, or to sniff and see whether you can still identify over a hundred scents, you leap out of bed with your heart in your throat and run madly to the bathroom. You hesitate a second before looking in the mirror, but you steel yourself for whatever you might see. You turn the light on to find...