Happiness is a Having a Flatulent Dog

Our dog makes us so happy.

He is perpetually happy himself, and literally smiles sometimes.

We trained him rigorously as a pup, and it has paid off in a pretty mellow, loving, "little" furball ("he's so FLUFFY!"). Every morning when I pick up my keys and open the front door, he comes in for his kiss goodbye. He's a real love.

And he's flatulent.

Reekingly, fumingly, exhuberantly flatulent. Completely disgusting. We can be enjoying a good cooking program on TV when suddenly a thick miasma of odor creeps into our noses then WHAM! the full impact of our odoriferous bundle of joy smacks us from the inside out. CutiePieHusband and I look at each other and exclaim, "Whew!" in complete disgust. 

Then we laugh, sometimes hysterically. And laughing is good. What a great world.