Socially, having a dog on whom to blame your “accidents” is a boon, but even if your cat is a flatuliste, things become a bit of a stretch.
Jenny makes a good effort of it, especially when I pet her. Hers linger like fog in an old horror flick. Me, I like to wait until an unsuspecting victim forces me to let them under the covers…
Tito usually jumps a few inches in surprise, then blinks it away…
And Titanescu holds his nose best he can, plotting revenge by not burying his turds next time… “Băși!”
