Wave of Perfume

My dog is sniffing pee from a male dog  
Left on the side of a tree on my street  
Patiently I wait for for the activity to conclude  
When a woman walks by leaving behind a trail of perfume  
 
It doesn't matter who she is  
Though urban history tells me  
The lovelier the scent, the prettier the wearer  
Though some might challenge that theory in part  
 
Wordy as this has been in my first two stanzas  
Nothing pleases a man more than a wave of perfume  
In the early morning on a crisp autumn day  
Scented air gives this dog all the promise and wonder  
of the journey ahead