Be Happy: Get a Flatulent Dog

Our dog makes us so happy. 

Anticipating his bath (it doesn't help).

He is perpetually happy himself, and literally smiles (see photo). 

We trained him rigorously as a pup, and it has paid off in a pretty mellow, loving, little furball ("he's so FLUFFY!"). Every morning when I pick up my keys and open the front door, he comes in for his kiss goodbye. He's a real love.

And he's flatulent. 

Reekingly, fumingly, exhuberantly flatulent. Completely disgusting. 

We can be enjoying a good cooking program on TV when suddenly a thick miasma of odor creeps into our noses then WHAM! the full impact of our odoriferous bundle of joy smacks us from the inside out. 

CutiePieHusband and I look at each other and exclaim, "Whew!" in complete disgust.

Then we laugh, sometimes hysterically. And laughing is good. What a great world.