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Sir Elton Passes Gas

Sir Elton (my Keeshond) ate a raw prune Couldn’t get out of the house, none too soon, Left me a deposit Actually, was it Putrid smell from a passing gas balloon? written July 13, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/16/2021 7:29:00 AM

I have to admit my dog's gassy farts smell like charcoal, and clear us out of the house. This one reminded me of my dog Sophie Helen for sure!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/16/2021 8:15:00 AM

You could light a charcoal grill with some dog's emissions.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/14/2021 8:40:00 AM

Run from that prune!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/14/2021 10:12:00 AM

Yeah, they'll do that to you. Thanks for your visit, Kim.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/14/2021 3:36:00 AM

Lol, bet the air was toxic. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/14/2021 10:13:00 AM

Amazingly so, Tom. Watch it when your cat eats prunes!!!