I've read most, if not all of James Herriot's books, but it's been awhile. I seem to remember a story of a genteel lady who owned a "farting" boxer. She was so embarrassed when her boxer had his little "problem", so Dr. Herriot found another owner for the boxer. It turned out that the new owner had permanent sinus problems, and had lost his sense of smell, so the flatulence didn't bother him one bit. Does anyone else remember this story?