The Odiferous Nature of Dogs

Jane has been suspended as one of the occasional dogwalkers at the cafe. Why? The last three times she returned Buddy in a somewhat questionable state. Buddy, of course, comes back from a jaunt with Jane as exited as a kid who just ate three Twinkies washed down with a quart of Coke. I can just imagine that he is beside himself with pride over the gift he is about to share with the pack of coffee sippers.
Breathtaking is one way to describe it. Just about brings tears to the eyes. His altruism turns quickly to shame as he gets excommunicated from the cafe and rejected and dejected, pouts outside. Any attempt to share the pungent gift with the Humans is rudely shouted off. He never learns. Dog manners and Man manners have taken different forks on the evolutionary trail years ago.
Now, that makes no sense to me. If you find a certain scent that is pleasant to the nose, why not rub yourself onto someone else, so that the effect, like a potluck, is enjoyed by all. Dogs do not suffer from the delusion of separation that plagues us. Which is why the patron Saint of the Cafe is Saint Bernard, brandy keg included, natch.