Blame the Dog
We has a dog. Her name is Sophie, in case you haven’t rung (rang?) my doorbell in the last year to hear her ferocious labrador-weimeraner bark. We’ve had her for just shy of a year. Great dog. Very laid back. Catches a frisbee (clutch), retrieves a ball, has sad puppy-dog eyes, play-eats my arm. All good things. The kids can try and ride her, and she grunts and rolls over.
There is one significant problem. The dog has gas. Really bad, super stinky, make you nauseous gas. She is the only dog I’ve spent significant amounts of time around who has this issue, so maybe I’m just not used to it. We have tried changing food, changing when she eats, getting her more exercise, but to no avail. The dog stinks.
So, next time you eat a bunch of refried beans and broccoli, come on over. Do you what you have to do. Blame the dog. We’ll believe you.