Black Dogs Disgust

The Black Dog and me were sitting on the couch tonight watching TV. I was on one end of the couch kind of twisted up on there sitting on one foot while the other leg was bent with my foot on the couch. Black Dog had curled up against the back of my thighs.

I had butter beans for lunch today. I had pintos yesterday. Okay boys and girls, does anyone know where we’re going with this?

Well I have been feeling my gut complaining for hours. I honestly didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold it. To make it worse, I was watching Worlds Most Outrageous Moments and every time I laughed my butt threatened to give up the entire façade. It wanted relief and it wanted it now, unfortunately now was not an option.

Hubby and I do not fart in front of one another. Matter of fact, as far as hubby knows I don’t fart at all. Its funny, my first husband and I had farting contests, but the one I have now is so very proper I just can’t bring myself to cut a hot one when he’s around.

Finally he went to take a shower. Soon as I heard that shower turn on, I hauled off and cut some cheese to go with them air biscuits! I had barely got that one out when Black Dog raised his head up, looked at me, and got up and went to the other end of the couch.

If Black Dogs are capable of feeling disgusted, I swear that is the look I saw in his eyes. That made me laugh way more than I should have considering I hadn't emptied my bladder in several hours.

Sorry ‘bout that Black Dog.