Buddy sniffs my arse whenever I fart. He gets his nose right up against my crack and sniffs, cleanly. The unconditional love of a dog. I guess, it means I am part of his dog pack. Well, I think I am a part of his dog pack, but I don't think him sniffing my farts is a sign, he sniffs any dogs arse.
Sam thinks it is disgusting. I tell him it is a bonding moment. Then he just gives me "that" look, the one that says, You are kidding me, aren't you? Tell me you are kidding. I keep a straight face and stare him down.
Buddy and I just look at each other. Then Buddy looks at Sam, his tongue out, oblivious. Buddy, not Sam.
I think it is funny, sure I do. Sam, not so much. I do it on purpose, to get a rise out of Sam, sure I do, but Sam knows that is what I am doing, so it doesn't matter. Ha ha.
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