Pootie the Wonder Dog, Part Deux

So as most of you know, I have recently experienced the lethal release of puppy gas

I picked Kiki up from the kennel last night, we came home and just layed on the couch and watched all the shows I DVR'd the past week. She's the perfect dog for this. I lay back in my recliner or on my couch, and she just comes and lays on my chest. She's only about 2 1/2 hands long so she fits perfectly. She's just so loving!

This morning, as I'm writing about my difficulty being a single dog mother, I smell the most narsty (narsty is worse than nasty for those of you that didn't know) smell that could come from any living thing. Then I hear sounds - Kiki is in the dining area passing gas! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! Is this the terrible twos in doggy land? She was fed no communist turkey hot dogs (thank you JN) this time, so it must have been the kennel food - or her getting back at me for leaving her there. She's a very smart dog so I wouldn't put it past her!!

So, I have decided to bring her to work today and let her spread her gas love, throughout the office.