We were exhausted last night, laying in the bed after a long day driving from visiting family down near Atlanta. We were watching Aladdin and waiting for sleep. Yes, the food was tremendous and way too much of it. The dog was stealthily taking advantage of the two young children in attendance during most of the day.
So, there we are laying in bed and I find myself sniffing the air with revulsion.
Me: "Can you smell that?"
Her: "No."
--- Okay, it's a queen size bed and she keeps a fan blowing from the night stand in my direction. Something about "white noise" and needing to keep the face cool. Moxie has to lay down on the floor on the side of the pack leader, me, so everything is well downwind of Twyla.. ---
A while later.
Me: "Can't you smell that?"Her: "No. What is it?"
Me: "It's pretty nasty, and I've had enough experience with dogs to know that's a dog fart."
Maybe a half hour later.
Me: "I'm telling you, that is really nasty and it can't be coming from outside, the windows are all closed. It's gotta be coming from the dog."
So, here it is the following day and Twyla reveals that she did catch the kids several times feeding Moxie all kinds of things from the table. The joys of being the Alpha dog. They will bring you dead animals and share their gaseous emissions with you as if they are gifts.
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