A few minutes ago the dog aka Her Royal Dogliness, who is now fifteen and in ailing health although hanging in there (pretty much blind, deaf, arthritic, but oh that appetite!) … farted.
That’s the breaking news on the crawl, anyway.
Now for details of the “story,” below the fold.
Look closely, and note the ears back, listening. This was the reaction shot to her own fart. Then, this scene played out:
Me: JESUS H, DAWG!
Me: A SQUEALER!
Dog: Something just happened to me. I know not what.
Me: I’m blogging this.
Dog: I smell something. Delightful. Could there be a connection? The strange … feeling. Then, the delightful odor.
Poor thing can’t hear so she only “felt” the “activity” in the nether-region. And then she sat there with her ears back, thinking, and straining to hear. “Whatever it was, it was powerful. I felt the reverberation all through my body. And now the enchanting scent!”
I admit I laughed and then felt bad for laughing because she’s so old and kinda pitiful now. But she is a good sport. Besides, she farted and it was a Cat 5 squealer. I don’t make the news. I just report it.