So, I took Summer with me to town this afternoon. She likes riding in the car, unlike our last dog (poor Buddy) who was miserable whenever he had to be in a car and would crawl under a seat and stay there until the car stopped. She did well while I went into the bank, the post office, back to the bank (refund check finally came), and the grocery store. Then I dropped by the med clinic to give Pam the $10 I owed her for doing my TB test. When I got back to the car, I opened the door and it became obvious that someone had uh...broken wind recently. "Holy Mother of GOD, Summer," said I, climbing into my seat. Then I realized that the dessicated core of an apple that I ate sometime last week and then tossed into the garbage bag was sitting on the seat next to me.
Me: "Look what you did."
So it seems my dog is a nervous farter.