CROPDUSTING AND BLAMING IT ON THE DOG.

Ultimate low blow.
Granted, the puppy does have horrible, sulfuric smelling gas, and she farts all the time.
Especially when she jumps up on the window sill.
But seriously, Wylie gets enough grief for her stinky clouds.
For the past couple hours, the horrible stank has been drifting around the living room and kitchen.
At one point, I smelled the gas, but the puppy wasn't near me.
David was.
He insisted it was the dog.
Then after dinner, I was sitting at the table, and in walked David; followed by an invisible pungent cloud.
I finally yelled, "It was you! Not the dog! LIAR!" Or something to that extent.
He had been cropdusting me all night.
HORRIBLE.
This blog is OUTING DAVID ON HIS STINKY FARTS.
He will be sleeping on the couch tonight.