It Wasn’t Me…Really….It Was My Dog

It was a romantic moment. Marissa Tomei’s character was leaning in for a kiss from Robert Downey Jr. in Only You when…..Phew.  My sister covered her nose wth the snuggly blanket on her lap. “I can’t watch a movie like this,” she declared.  Otis had just “blew one”, as my son likes to say.  What’s new!  Sir Poops Allot, The King of Farts, Master Odiferous, Stinky. Yep, those are all nicknames we have given Otis. Seems there is no delicate way out of this one. We have already bonded with this dog, so to call it a dealbreaker is too late. We tolerate it. To the point where I have gotten really good at explaining to complete strangers in public it was my dog that just ripped one. I can count on a steady sound of poots while relaxing on the chair with my pup. I started asking other dog owners about this little gassy trait. A friend’s rotti, a friend of a friend’s bull dog and so on also tooted up a storm. Some dogs are just like that my neighbor,the vet, has told me.  And since he just turned one, and we have many more blissful years, we will just have to deal with it. Oooooh, that stinks.