Not for the faint of heart

I was watching Craig Kilbourn tonight–he cracks me up. For some reason, the subject of his dog came up. He has a German Shepherd, as do I, and again, although I cannot remember the train of thought, it came up that his German Shepherd releases some fairly toxic gas. Remarkable coincidence, because my German Shepherd has also lately been remarkably stinky. I actually think she woke me up last night. I have no idea WHY she goes through these phases where she gets so gaseous, but she is. Holy cow.

Ben was also very stinky in his youth. I distinctly remember waking up in the middle of the night because of the stench. He seemed to outgrow it, though, which doesn’t seem to be Ruby’s fate. She’s 8, at least, possibly older. Stinky forever.