farting dogs

while that might be the name of a band someday, if it isn't already, the title refers to our dear happiness who passed gas so foul we are choking and for survival and not merely comfort, we need to open all of the windows and doors... something evil died inside of him, several times... it's a old dog thing, you had to be there... you have to thank your lucky stars you weren't... somehow, though, as any parent who's ever changed that certain level of diaper knows, like any innocent child passing gas in his or her sleep, you just gotta love them... and then there's curious, who as jackson has said, can be a real bitch sometimes... she actually nipped at my hand the other morning as i was saying good morning and feeding her and took a food scoop to the snout in return... she hid from me for a full 24 hours, but is back at my side rubbing and purring and begging for the petting she loves as if nothing ever happened... no blood drawn, she is as conciliatory as a cat gets, so all is right with the family...

i'm not sure which one of them left some foul throw up that looks a lot like poop on the carpet, but i am putting a bowl over it because i am too tired to clean it tonight... animals are animals, after all... and we've had to pay for carpet replacement at the last two places we've lived so why should it be any different here as they are just getting older... the family is alright...

narf...