Shiner the Wonderdog

Nancy and I are sitting in bed winding down for the evening. She is enjoying her tea and I am experiencing a fine brandy.....no, not the dancer. All was good, we are talking about our day, making a plan for tomorrow, and dreaming of our future. Then it happened. Out of nowhere I seemed to have a small episode of flatulence. God as my witness, at that moment Shiner the Wonderdog wined and cried in pain then jumped off the bed to sleep on the floor. Man's best friend my arse.