The grandson was here today with his Great Dane, Titan. Son-in-law called and asked Arick to go someplace with him, so Arick asked if I would watch Titan.
I love that dog, and for the most part I enjoy his company.
However, Titan has an occasional problem with flatulence. He's a BIG dog, so as you might imagine, his flatulence makes a BIG smell. A couple of times today he graced me with a sample of his stink-bombs.
Cliff came inside this afternoon and settled on the couch to read; Titan went over and laid down not far from him.
I was reading my own book when I heard the sound of a fart. I said, "Cliff, was that you, or Titan?"
"It was me," he answered.
"Thank God," I replied with obvious relief.
I thought Cliff was going to bust a gut laughing.
"I never thought I'd hear anybody thanking God that I passed gas," he said, and by this time we were both laughing.