First, allow me to set the scene.
I’m typing away at my computer desk, blissfully unaware of what’s going on around me. Jude is working a puzzle on the floor behind me. Our devoted dogs are, as usual, at my feet. Or as close to my feet as they can possibly get.
Then, sadly, the silence is broken.
Although it didn’t make much actual noise (as is true of most canine gas-passing) the sound that was generated was impossible to miss.
“Oh no, mom! Seamus’ air is starting to come out!”