Damn! Dog! The anal volcanoes are making my eyes water. The tail winds leave me gasping. I haven't smelled such malodorous splendor since we had a rotting diaper pail full of half-digested carrot nappies when we switched the kids to solids.
This is what happens when fried chicken meets 90 pound canine and no matter where I go in the house, he follows me.
His brown eyes don't realize how much his brown eye offends. All he knows is that his lady loves him. She feeds him. She even lets him sleep on CG's side of the bed when CG's on business trips.
I pat his head, rub his silky ears, and try to figure out how to type with one hand while holding a brown bag over my face to prevent hyperventilating. I love this dog!