Well Hank only occsionally passes the gas! He'll be laying on the couch with me and I hear a "poof", and I know it isn't me, but he'll look at me like it was!
I am a firm believer that there is more room out than in, but I only claim the one's that aren't odiferous! LOL!!
Indy's famous for coming over for his ears to be rubbed and belching in my face. Stays for a couple of minutes and then goes on his way. Never does this to anyone else. If it's love, he must truly adore me. I'm ready for a bit less adoration anytime now.
Brick loves to climb up on my lap and then plant his butt right on my chest or shoulder facing away from me. My boyfriend lovingly refers to him as a "butt parrot". I am glad he doesn't have the bad gas everyone is describing here.
With 3 boxers it is always stinking up around here. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that the boyfriend blames his on the dogs because they don't talk back. Sometimes I'd rather go to bed with the dog
Piper Ann's really horrible with this. She'll be playing, and mid rough house she'll wander over to us (even if we're in another room), pfffffft, and then hurry back to playing.
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