How can something so disgusting...so fetid...so utterly nauseating...

[IvanOffelitch]

come outta something that's still alive?!?

So I'm sitting here killing some time, and one of my dogs lays down beside me, curls up and falls asleep.

Shortly thereafter, I hear a strange "hissing" sound.

"what the hell was that?"

Then it hits me. The funk straight from the bowels of hell. Words cannot accurately describe how hideous this was.

But I'll try.

Imagine, if you will, the resultant odor were you to mix together a dozen spoiled eggs, a healthy dollop of skunk spray, rotting meat, and stagnant water, then leave them sitting on a board out in the desert for 3 weeks.

I'd rather bathe in said goo than have to smell something like that fart again.

My throat literally slammed shut as I nearly brought my lunch back up.

I bolt from the room, which wakes the dog. He looks up at me as if to say "damn dad, wtf's that all about?"

I make it into the next room. The funk follows, as does the dog.

Within 5 minutes, my whole house smelled like dog ass funk.

I'm now officially out of Febreeze AND Lysol, but thankfully the house no longer stinks.

The dog is outside. Hope that rotten bastard likes wet fall weather for the rest of the evening.

 

[Robert Jan]

dogs suck

 

[ChefWide]

The searing gale of flatus from the haunches of Asmoday the Equalizer holds not against a thimble size poot out of Fluffy's caboose. I know your pain, Ívan, I know your pain.

My yellow lab, Skipper, sauntered into the kitchen one day and layed down an antipersonel barrage right at the only fucking exit, and then split. I was retching and it took three sorti's to get the fuck out of the DMZ. We all went for pizza, as nothing in that kitchen was getting eaten by me that day. Helllll no!

 

[Scotsman]

Dogs are truly amazing creature so full of love, devotion, empathy, and nerve gas. Our old dog could peal the hardest of paints from the wall. Coincidentally to Chef his name was also Skipper although not a lab.

Cheers,
Scotsman

 

[Zebo]

Dog farts are the worst. Our lab would stretch out in front of the fireplace, swell up and let one rip. Holy Palomino!

You're right, its nauseating....