JoaS Dog Days

A cold, wet nose rubbed against Jack's brown sneaker. As he turned to face yet another alien pervert, what he instead found himself staring down at was an ordinary, earthling dog.
"Hello!" Jack gasped, pleasantly surprised by the Labrador sniffing up and down his leg. Jack bent down and patted it rigorously.
"What's a dog like you doing on a hideous alien hive world like this?"
The dog made a quiet yelping noise as it nuzzled its nose into Jack's hand.
"Maybe you're an ambassadors dog. Or a runaway dinner, perhaps?" Jack mused. "In any case, you should stick with me. I'm cool."

Jack led the dog with him and continued on his way.
"I'm going to call you Spot." Jack decided. "It's way cliché, but you'll probably be the only pet on this world to ever get called Spot. Anyone here would just pronounce it 'Spppplt!'" Jack threw up his hands as he made silly noises. "You'll be the envy of Spot's everywhere, I promise."
The two approached a tall, red structure that was half house and half cocoon. It was probably made of chewed up animals.
"Aha!" Jack announced. "The Museum of Fine Art... if we're roughly translating, that is."

"Arrhh, Jaqk... Soh pleasantly itt is to finally mheet you." A tall, multi-limbed alien greeted Jack at the door. Its head was like a hammerhead sharks if it were made out of beehives. The lumpy headed thing lead Jack through to the exhibits.

Upon entering, it was easy to see that all the artworks were more or less the same - dark green spheres of mucus, not varying in size any more than the mouths that could expel them. They each sat there festering, giving off a deep, rank odor.
"Well they're... nice." Jack forced out politely, inspecting each one. "These ones especially."
"Yeees, the Galumetro a fiine piece. Tell me whaat you like the many about itt..."
"Oh, uhm, well..." Jack started. "It's..."

At that moment, Spot started barking happily, wagging his tail. He had found a mucus ball that caught his interest.
The curator stomped towards the Lab and asked him about the piece. Spot barked back, running in a small circle.
"Yhes...! Yhes! I see! For me, it waas the odors she did nhot use that make iht massterpiece." the alien nodded. It's hips quivered violently and made a noise similar to a rattlesnake. Jack assumed that was a good thing.
"Yhour companion, Jaqk, has fine nose fhor our art!"
"Oh!" Jack exclaimed. "Yes, that's right, he's Spot the Amazing... Art Critiquin' Dog."

"Thanks for saving me back there." Jack admitted as they left the museum.
Spot barked contently and trod alongside his new friend.
"I guess you belong to someone at the embassy afterall. Why else would you be trained to smell that stuff?"
Jack threw his hands in to his coat pockets.
"One aliens mucus is another man's art."