as you started to peel it, the molecules began to spread outward and instantly you heard what sounded like a head alerted on a bed upstairs, four feet hitting the floor, and a mad dash down the ten-step stairway, and suddenly, there would be a black female miniature poodle on the kitchen floor beside one, looking up with very intense eyes and tongue anxiously wiping across her mouth.
(Hasn’t happened for 18 years, but I remember this as clearly as those many times peeling oranges with a sensitive-nosed dog in the house.)