Wednesday, June 09, 2004
One thing we never really thought about is farting. I've heard jokes about dog farts, but thought they were jokes. Well they're not.
Mojo tends to stay on my desk during the day (when I'm there, of course). Sometimes he looks out the window, sometimes he naps, or tries to bite my fingers.
Lately, he's been, well, flatulent. At first we couldn't really believe it. Now we have no choice but to believe it. He doesn't do it a lot, but with his bowels, even a little is kind of a lot. Especially since he's right on my desk. There's nothing like the pungent smell of dog flatulence to remind one of the joys of pet ownership. Yum! Maybe it's just a phase?
Mojo tends to stay on my desk during the day (when I'm there, of course). Sometimes he looks out the window, sometimes he naps, or tries to bite my fingers.
Lately, he's been, well, flatulent. At first we couldn't really believe it. Now we have no choice but to believe it. He doesn't do it a lot, but with his bowels, even a little is kind of a lot. Especially since he's right on my desk. There's nothing like the pungent smell of dog flatulence to remind one of the joys of pet ownership. Yum! Maybe it's just a phase?
