I love darkness. It’s calm, peaceful and relaxing. I enjoy it even more after I got my dog. When things go bump in the night; if they are scary things, he’s on it. Barking like the world is coming to an end. If it’s nothing, he never moves. He’s been an added level of comfort. Even though he’s no bigger than a minute.
I recently had some plumbing work done. Odd sounds and smells make me a little nervous until the new wears off. Last night, I’m laying in the bed. Chico is stretched out beside me, happily sleeping. The smell of sewage fills my nose.
Oh no! My first thought is the new plumbing has come loose. Do I really want to get up and investigate this mess? I sniff and sniff.
After a minute the smell seems to dissipate. With a start, Chico shoots up and starts sniffing around his butt. Then it dawned on me, he’s farted. Not only did he create a horrible stench but he scared himself awake in the process.
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