Hello Friends!
Last night Mama came up to my bed to say goodnight to me, and I happened to have just cut the cheese/beeped my horn/floated an air biscuit/hummed a rroid/puffed the magic dragon/blown my trouser trumpet.
Now she's been calling me "Smelly Welly" all day!
It's NOT FAIR!
It's not my fault I farted! I didn't do it on purpose! It just happens!
And it's not my fault she came over at that moment! I didn't ask her to come and say goodnight!
And at least my farts aren't noisy like Mama and Dada's are!
Sometimes I jump up from my bed because I think there's a stranger in the house with a trumpet, or a kitten mewing, or some crazy 1st Amendmenter shooting off a few rounds!
Then Mama or Dada - whoever is the culprits - start to giggle at me!
I don't think it's very funny!
And if they think their farts are funny, how come mine aren't? Huh? Huh?
IT'S NOT FAIR!
Lots of licks and woofs,
Puppy Dog