My Dog Dad Larry was the smartest dog I’ve ever known—may he rest in peace in doggy heaven. He would astound her at every turn. My Human tells the story of a time when she was walking in the park with Larry. Larry would be off leash and would bound into the woods and then return to my Human’s side and then bound once again into the woods. Once my Human heard Larry barking and barking, went to look for the dog and found him rolling a turtle toward her. Did he invent the wheel? He couldn’t pick the turtle up in his mouth and bring it to her to see, so he rolled it over to her. Impressive.
One other thing that made Larry impressive was his ability to clear a room with his flatulence. He never made a sound but that beast could fill a room with the foulest stench.
My Human was complaining about this to my vet and she told me that she should add a couple of tablespoons of plain yogurt to his meal and the flatulence would subside. She was right.
The only other fart story involving Larry happened one morning. It was obvious that my Human’s digestive system woke earlier than she. She let out a long noisy toot and Larry—who slept under the covers and in the small of her back—started madly breast stroking to escape his undercover doom. Once obtaining freedom, he immediately began digging at the covers near the culprit orifice—as if he would kill it somehow.
We subsequently began to add plain yogurt to everyones breakfast.