November 19th 2010 4:16 pm
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Momma and daddy have been discussing the up coming trip that we are taking to New Mexico to close up the house that Grandpa had there...
Daddy - Do you think the dog crates will fit in the back cab seat in dad's truck?
Momma - I don't know because they are kind of big and the front seats lean backwards. We will have to get one out and try it.
Daddy - I don't like the idea of just letting them loose in the back seat so they need to be contain somehow.
Momma - What's the matter are you afraid Puffy will soil on the car seats?
Daddy - Well that is a concern so make sure they are in something that can prevent that from happening. And while you are at it why don't you see if there is something you can do about the nasty gas that Puff seems to have. It will be terrible to drive 12 hours in a tiny confined space with him farting the whole way. The last thing I need is for him to fart and my eyes to tear up from the smell as it can cause an accident.
Shesh, we haven't even gone on the trip yet and already it's "Puffy this and Puffy that", I want to set the record straight regarding farting, I am NOT the only one in this household who does that, but I am nicer than most so I will not tell you who also has stinky gas that makes eyes run.
BOL,BOL,BOL!!!! Oh Puff, thanks for the BOL!
The humans always blame the dogs for passing gas, but WE know the truth!
Is it your daddy? You can tell us... it's your daddy isn't it - the one who passes the tear inducing gas??? :o)