I love the fact that you collaborate with your readers when you write a book.
Dogs give us something just as we give something to them.
Pike put down the cat. He slid from Pike's arms like molasses and puddled at his feet.
Lucy took a single plain donut from the bag and held it for me to take a bite. Tender and light and still warm from the frying. Not too sugary.
I write characters and stories that move me, and I write from the heart.
What they smell isn't the emotion of fear. What dogs can smell is the changes in a person's skin that suggest fear to the dog, anxiety, the way your skin sweats, the amount of uric acid that suddenly pours out of your pores.