Tuesday, April 11, 2006


I am dog-sitting for a couple of friends again. I absolutely love their dog, but last night he almost killed me. He had the worst gas you can possibly imagine. I am scared that even after a shower the stench is still clinging to me, which will just be fodder for the jokes of my ten year old students.

I told my roommate, "It was horrible. He just couldn't stop." She said, "Sam, he didn't want to stop. He's a dog."

She has a good point.

1 comment:

"Ms. Cornelius" said...

Imagine being married... same thing,and including the shedding and the breath.

Am I kidding? Must ponder.....