With all the Olympic games going on right now, B and I have been in a competitive mood. One of our favorite competitions was elevated to an extreme level last night when Zoey, our Boston Terrier, thickened the air pot.
B and I have your typical married couple nightly routine. After a long day, we like to wind down in bed, watching tv, surfing the internet or reading a book. And in our typical adorable married couple nightly routine, Zoey likes to lay in between us being her ridiculously cute, spoiled self.
Except in all her cuteness, there is a serious unladylike problem. The gas.
Have you ever met a Boston Terrier? Whew, do they have so stinky farts. Except Zoey is a lady so hers are tiny puffs of air. The most toxic air you could ever imagine.
B and I’s epic battle begins after the first Boston Terrier fart is released. The goal, fan the toxic air to your opponent’s side of the bed. Dutch ovening your competitor is completely fair game. Using props such as fans, books or magazine is also acceptable.
Unfortunately for both of us, last night, no one went to bed a winner. Hmm, maybe I should have rethought sharing my pizza crust with the dog.
It’s a good thing she is cute.
OH NO! Our frenchie is just the same. Lays in between us in bed… and has HORRIBLE gas! Horrible! Kyle gets so mad when I fan the fart his way.
But I can’t help it.
Look at that face! She knows exactly what she’s doing! And she looks very pleased with herself.
Aww, what a cute (guilty) face. Our pup isn’t much of a farter, but she does run and jump in the creek, and then smells like a sweaty mud pup. Yeck.
Adorable!
hmmm dog farting as an olympic sport…how would one judge that?
I know all about the Boston farts. It’s why I firmly believe you should never have more than one, otherwise your house will smell like the place where are the farts go to die. *lol* (ps: Yes, she’s cute alright!)