She'd think he looked lovely anyway, slobbering or not. At least she wasn't alone in this strange reality.

I know...too many smells. And I can't see any colors anymore. Not that it mattered really when you were a dog.

The more Betty uses the injured paw, the better it feels. She's hoping it was just a superficial wound she got. As they go through the grass of the park, she lowers her nose to the ground to smell all of the crunchy leaves they were passing. Oh, that smells good...