(We can't be highbrow all the time here.)
It's time someone really started marketing a Beano for dogs. Duff (see "Happiness is...") has horrible flatulence. Fortunately it's not a constant problem, but when it happens it's awful. And what's worse is that he has a gimmick about it.
If one is sitting in a chair and Duff lets one fly, he will jump off the chair at the moment of flatulence, land on the floor and look at you. In fact the look will be accusatory in that he appears to be saying "Good lord, what did you do?"
Now, this stuff happens. It's a natural biological function. I'm willing to accept it, but I'm not willing to have a "he who smelt it, dealt it" argument with a dog.
Not a sermon, just a thought.
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