The smell was not offensive. If anything it was earthy. But it definitely smelled like dog food.
John sat on his new Protestant Couch and stared at the little mutt that lay sleeping next to him. The fart was audible but he didn’t think it actually came from the little red dog that was dozing peacefully. When he smelled the fart he realized he didn’t imagine it.
“Really? On the new couch,” John questioned the sleeping mutt.
The dogs pointed ears twitched slightly. It raised both its white-bootied paws to scratch its face. All without waking up.
John went back to watching videos online.
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