Had to reblog this today. Sometimes humour is the only answer to a crazy world.
Sorry to disappoint you, but this post isn’t about that guy with the funny hair who’s such a sore subject with people at the moment. Today I want to focus on something that’s a sore subject with us dogs.
Yes, folks, this post is about farts. Or ‘trumps’, as they are sometimes known here in the UK.
Annabelle has a friend – let’s call him Robert – who is a maestro of the top-volume trouser cough. When he breaks wind, his backside applauds its own performance with gleeful ferocity – and we dogs love him for it. Why? Because there’s no way his monster guffs can be blamed on anyone else. His farts are honest – they hold up their hands and say, ‘We came from Robert’s bottom.’
In other words, they can’t be blamed on the DOG.
We dogs get very tired of being…
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