Just about every time my boyfriend is laying on the couch or bed, Stella will have to sniff his pits. And it's not a friendly "Oh, excuse me. . .I smelled something lovely while I was walking by. May I have a sniff?" Instead she shoves her head completely into his underarm and sniffs away. It's quite odd. It doesn't matter how many times you turn her away. She will return until she's had her fair share of sniffs. I think she's diggin' the Old Spice.