I just do not understand the fascination that creatures of the male persuasion have with all things stinky and fart related. But I can tell you that it seems to be consistent with both dogs and humans.
I had a car that had a little recording device on the front visor. Now I never really paid much attention to it, but once I pushed it just to see what was on it.
This was a bad idea.
There were a series of what seemed to be VERY LOUD gaseous eruptions followed by hysterical laughter. WHAT IS THIS??? I demanded of my then ten year old son. He said, “Well mom, when you aren’t in the car dad, my brother and I have farting contests.”
Someone please explain this to me.
Men just seem to be mesmerized by farts and stinkiness. A man just can’t go into a bathroom and simply take care of business. No, it is a religious experience that can last up to an hour. I mean, WHAT is going on in there. On second thought, I really don’t want to know.
It is bad enough that my husband and sons have these inclinations, but unfortunately, this also extends to Buddy our dog.
I just took him to the groomer and paid a ridiculous amount of money to have him groomed. I must admit that when I pick him up, perfumed and with a little scarf around his neck, I find him irresistible.
But usually not for long. I can guarantee that within a day, Buddy will find something disgusting to roll around in and will come into the house with a distinctive odor which we have coined “Eau de Pew.” He thinks this adds to his overall appeal. Not us. When he gets near to us, we say “Ewwwwww, Buddy, Pew!”
He looks at us as if to say:
“I must find out what zees ‘pew’ means every time I appear.” Pepe Le Pew