A few minutes ago, one of my PWDs, Guinness approached me, but instead of greeting me face to face, he backed up to the chair that I was sitting in. He wagged his tail, started laughing (an irregular panting sound he makes when he’s playing or doing sometthing mischevious), and then walked off towards my bedroom. A second later … EWWWWWWW! The gaseous by-product of partially digested Iams hit hard.
Now that’s puttering around the yard!
Let’s face it… your dog farts at you, licks his scroat and then your face and pees on your tires. Simply put, they’re Man’s Best Fiend.