Me and my puppy brother Raj decided it is totally unfair that we ALWAYS get blamed for bad smells that suddenly appear in the room.
Just like we know what a “W.A.L.K.” and a “R.I.D.E. in the car” are, we have figured out the meaning of the words, “IT WAS THE DOG!”
We’re not saying that it sometimes isn’t us, but it can’t be us if our humans are in another room. We pride ourselves on “S.B.D.’s” but have not figured out how to propel the odor into a room upstairs. We appreciate that you think we have superpowers, but that’s not one of them…yet.
The worst is when a human who doesn’t live in our house sits next to one of us and let’s one rip. They’ll be scratching our ears until we fall under their wicked spell so they can blame their wicked smell on us.
And there ain’t nothin’ we can do about it.
We know you think it’s funny when we whip our heads around and stare at our butts when a sound or gas comes out. That’s only because we have yet to understand how we can make that noise and/or that smell come from that part of our bodies. We are proud and very smart, but our species has yet to build a spaceship.
In conclusion, some kibble for thought:
We just wanted to let that one out. The “He who smelt it, dealt it,” rule is very true, and you never hear one of us say that.
Thank you for allowing us to clear the air, and sometimes, the room.
We will now resume napping and having “doggie dreams.”
Phoebe and Raj
