I have a problem. It’s not something to joke about. It SOUNDS funny, but I can assure you, it’s not.
My dog, Apple…is gassy.
I’m not talking about everyone once in a while, she lets one slip. Shari and I will lie on the bed watching a DVD, and for 20 straight minutes, Apple will stink up the entire room. We always look at each other and shout, “APPLE!” And Apple stares at us for about 2 seconds before going back to chewing on one of her bones.
It’s a constant problem, and I was reminded of that a few seconds ago while I was uploading some new pictures to my Flickr page. I smelt something, looked down at Apple, and realized that I was fighting a gag.
Pray for my dog. She has a problem.