We have 2 whippets. The 11 year old is fine and keeps it in until she has to go out. The 8 year old however does SBD (silent but deadly) but also audible numbers. On occasions they are probably comparable to what world war one soldiers in the trenches being exposed to mustard gas had to go through.
My dogs farts are literally tactile, they ooze through the air like they have a consciousness, an agenda if you will. They stick to things, they linger long beyond what could be deemed as funny. My dogs farts are not funny.
My son has 2 dogs, the big one farts and never flinches but when the little one farts he scares himself
I don't know about dogs, but I recall vividly an incident from my younger days at the Catholic Grammar School. In the second year we had a very amiable classmate called Bob Portman. Although being a Wednesday fan he was a jocular companion and a fairly well-made centre half in the school team. We were decamped for a year at a site near Abbeydale while our school adapted structurally and culturally to the shock of having to become a comprehensive. Returning to class from what I can only comprehend to have been a copious lunch one May afternoon, Bob let an absolute ripper go. The room was absolutely subsumed in the fallout. Brother Peter (for ours was a religious school) incredulously enquired "Robert - was that you?" whereupon the class fell about and Brother Peter beat an early retreat. I apologise if by some unlikely mischance Bob reads this, but I have never forgotten that day. "The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones!"
Was it at school that you acquired an interest in horse racing? Catholic priests are renowned for their interest in the turf, are they not?
One of mine farts when he bows down a stretches his front legs. Then looks behind him in amazement at where the noise came from.
From my late Dad, really. Although he was an acolyte of the late Father Cashman, Parish Priest at St Joseph's, Kendray. Together they went to Cheltenham to see Arkle's historic third triumph in the Cheltenham Gold Cup ("As I'm finishing distributing communion Peter, you go out and start the car!") Father Cashman was closely related to Paul Cashman and his son Liam, who founded the hugely successful Rathbarry Stud in Cork. My Dad also had a wealth of amusing tales from going greyhound racing with Father Cashman. There would be a story to be told, if anyone had all the details!
We have two rescue dogs. Masey the youngest does it very occasionally and it makes her jump. Darcey lays on her back rattling em off and doesn't flinch.
When Finch was a baby he used to drop one and spin round to look at where the noise had come from then run out of the room. One day he was in front of me and I let one go. He immediately jumped up and ran out of the room.
Once had a bullmastif. Fabulous dog but could turn farting into an Olympic sport. She would do it, stand up and look at me in disgust and walk off. Lots of people blame their dogs but my dog blamed me.