
Winnipeg, my Great Dane puppy, was outside yesterday running in the yard while I stood there growing more and more impatient with her. Puppies don't seem to understand that taking care of business isn't supposed to be a major activity. I think this dog needs to be on Ritalin because she apparently heard an ant drop a bread crumb in the neighbor's yard and stopped to debate if she needed to run over and offer her assistance. In the middle of said pondering, Winnie glanced over at me, slowly turned her head around as close as possible to her rear end, and started sniffing. She looked back over at me with that look...that "did you get a whiff of what just came out of there?" look. I assured her that I did not and was very happy that I did not because the look in that dog's eyes told me all I needed to know. Dog farts are most certainly dangerous forces that should be unleashed only on drivers who cut in line and people who don't flush public toilets.
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