Darr: Oh God! Me: What? Dog fart? Darr: Yeah. <Darr abandons his place on the couch, fleeing the living room to the relative safety of the kitchen> Darr: It is rich and verdant.
As with most such dog effluvia, they seem blissfully unaware of their own cone of disaster, even though they're possessed of a sense of smell 1000x that of the human.
Probably the same logic(?) that allows them to stuff their super-sensitive snoofters into a turd left by a compatriot without falling over.
Darr: Oh God!
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The thing about the dog's farts are that they travel out like a shock wave, destroying everything in its path. At least they don't linger.
As with most such dog effluvia, they seem blissfully unaware of their own cone of disaster, even though they're possessed of a sense of smell 1000x that of the human.
Probably the same logic(?) that allows them to stuff their super-sensitive snoofters into a turd left by a compatriot without falling over.
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