That is one powerful dog...

Paul informs me that he does not fart. Ever.

The other day, he complained of a belly ache, and I suggested that he probably just needed to fart or burp. We got into a long discussion of gas, belly pains, the digestive system, how fun it is to say the word "digestive." But at the end of the talk, he was out of luck since he, with his impeccable manners, never passes gas of any sort.

You know who does? A lot?

The dog. And she is powerful.

We can be in the car, on the other side of town, 10 miles away from the dog.

And lo, a little voice will rise from the back seat, "Oh! Josie the Dog farted."

And then a wretched odor will fill the car, and everyone in the car will yell, "Oh, Paul! Come on! The windows are up!"

And Paul will say, "That not me. That Josie. "

Yep, that is one powerful dog.