Tiny Dog's nose was often a bit chapped. (Because of the heart failure, she frequently had fluid buildup, and that sometimes took the form of lots of sneezing or a runny nose.) To keep her comfortable, we applied various ointments to her wee little nose. We called it, "buttering her nose". She did not particularly care for nose-buttering, and so we referred to things that were annoying or frustrating to her (or to people) as "nose butter". It also became a substitute expletive: "OH, NOSEBUTTER."
I have no more use for the various ointments any more. Nor can I bear to have them around the house, so I think I will just throw them away.
I miss the Tiny Dog.
Oh, nosebutter.
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