It's half midnight, I am working on my work that I'm supposed to get done in my new 9-5 (8-4) job. Earlier this evening, Lucy did such a big fart that we both had to evacuate the study area. That's a big one if the dog is grossed out by her own fart.
It forced me to stand up, have a break and have a glass of water. I had prune hands from dehydration.
I suppose I should be grateful today for flatulent canines.
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