Cows - you have competition.
It's probably not often that a blog starts with an address to a cow, or even to cows generally, but this is the exception. Aside from providing mankind with milk, beef, leather, and other commodities essential to the non-vegetarian among us, cows have that other claim to (in-)fame(y) of causing global warming. But there is another creature whose bowels are determined that he too should contribute to climate change. Cow, meet Four-legged-friend.
Maybe Four-legged-friend's gut is reacting adversely to the lack of good, long walks in recent weeks, due in part to human flu-like illnesses and humans being overworked-because-of-financial-crisis, and also recent ingestion of worming tablets (by dog, not human). However, whatever the cause, today's walk was entertaining. And thankfully outside.
With every bouncing, jiggling, swing of Four-legged-friend's hips, there was a delicate, ladylike, burbling escape of gas. It serenaded our progress along the road - like the loose-lipped, idle playing of a distracted brass-player, marking our pace with gently puffed raspberries.
Four-legged-friend is fast asleep now. And thankfully, given our proximity, is windless.
It's probably not often that a blog starts with an address to a cow, or even to cows generally, but this is the exception. Aside from providing mankind with milk, beef, leather, and other commodities essential to the non-vegetarian among us, cows have that other claim to (in-)fame(y) of causing global warming. But there is another creature whose bowels are determined that he too should contribute to climate change. Cow, meet Four-legged-friend.
Maybe Four-legged-friend's gut is reacting adversely to the lack of good, long walks in recent weeks, due in part to human flu-like illnesses and humans being overworked-because-of-financial-crisis, and also recent ingestion of worming tablets (by dog, not human). However, whatever the cause, today's walk was entertaining. And thankfully outside.
With every bouncing, jiggling, swing of Four-legged-friend's hips, there was a delicate, ladylike, burbling escape of gas. It serenaded our progress along the road - like the loose-lipped, idle playing of a distracted brass-player, marking our pace with gently puffed raspberries.
Looks like I am conducting the trumpet player with an invisible baton.
Four-legged-friend is fast asleep now. And thankfully, given our proximity, is windless.
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