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June 19, 2013
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Jerry's Ink


MY DOG SHLOMO – PERFECT IN EVERY WAY BUT…


What is it with me and dogs that are flatulent?

Now my wonderful little pooch Shlomo (who, I'm sad to say, didn't even send me a card on Father's Day) has turned into a farting machine.

Shlomo is the sweetest dog and the love of my life. When I sit down to watch television he jumps onto my lap and we watch together until one or both of us falls asleep. Sometimes it's 1AM and Jimmy Fallon is on and I wake up and say, "Wake up, Shlomo, it's bedtime," and since dogs can't tell time he jumps down from my lap, looks up and greets me, tail wagging, as though I had just walked into the room.

Then when I climb into bed Shlomo falls asleep on the floor on my side of the bed.

Lately I have been awakened from a sound sleep by a strong smell that threatens to peel the paint off my bedroom walls. Shlomo has flatulence and it's not noisy but instead, out of nowhere, one is overwhelmed by this incredible odor.

If any of you reading this has a cure for doggie flatulence, please send me an email. Hurry, it's getting pretty bad. My biggest fear is that Shlomo's condition will become as bad as my old dog's, the late but unlamented Oreo. While Shlomo loves people, Oreo was a real bitch and she hated people.

Oreo's flatulence caused many a hilarious, embarrassing moment.

My favorite one took place on a Sunday afternoon many, many years ago when I decided to take Oreo for a walk on Madison Avenue. I ran into a woman I know ever so slightly, who is something of a snob. She is very rich, very waspy and very proper.

The woman took one look at Oreo and said, "What a cute little dog." She then knelt to pet her and that's when Oreo let loose.

The smell hit the woman first and I saw a look of pain on her face. By the time it came up to me I looked down in horror at the woman. Did she think it was me?

Of course the woman was thinking I thought it was her. It's that silent stuff that's so hard to trace and so deadly.

I started looking at my shoe. "Did I step on something?" I asked too loudly. "Maybe it was me," she said, looking at her heel. Oreo just stared at the two of us. Can dogs smile? I thought she had a smile on her muzzle.

Then I said, "It could be the cheese. I've been feeding her sliced Velveeta cheese, as a treat."

"Oh," said the woman nervously, "I have a problem when I eat cheese, too." Now, this is a very attractive woman and this was more than I wanted to know about her digestive system.

Oreo let loose again. The woman looked like she was going to throw up.

"I think I had better go now," I said.

The woman, holding her breath, said, "I'm late."

"So am I," I said.

Then, after an awkward second, which seemed like an hour, we went our separate ways.

As I turned around I started to giggle. I think I heard her giggle, too. I haven't seen her since.

If you have that doggy flatulence cure, please hurry.

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    It's not the dog..
    June 19, 2013 | 11:27 AM

    I had been with my buds on Elizabeth Street for a feast of steamed dumplings, pork with turnip, and Tsingtaos. Coming back to the loft, we decided to keep the party going and went to the Korean's for more beer. While on the line, I expressed a huge one; it dropped to the floor and then mushroom clouded. The man behind me moaned and ran out of the store. The little dog with the lady two people ahead turned its head and grinned. I announced 'Lady, you should watch what you feed that dog', and the lady responded 'Pal, that didn't come out of this dog'. For once, it wasn't the little dog.

    Kevin
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    Shlomo
    June 19, 2013 | 04:19 PM

    A small amount of plain, non fat yogurt may do the trick.

    Diane
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    Blast from the Past
    June 19, 2013 | 11:36 PM

    Everyone loves a good fart joke or anecdote. I don't know why, but we do. Brings out the "little kid" in us, I think.

    Which reminds me of the time, many years ago, when my second beautiful ex-wife woke me up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night to chastise me for farting in bed. Told me I should have been more considerate and left the bedroom to take care of such business. At a minimum, to at least say "Excuse me" (in my sleep?)

    We were only married for about one year at the time and, thank God, were divorced six months later. Really made me appreciate my first wife of 15 years (God bless her.)

    Still, things might have gone differently for me the second time around if we had a dog that I could pin the rap on. LOL, Bill


    Bill Crandall
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    June 20, 2013 | 12:48 PM

    Jerry,

    Teach Shlomo a lesson. Fart back! That'll show him.

    Ain't it a shame that we've reached the "ripe" old age that grants us questionable permission to talk about embarrassing bodily functions.

    al
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    kj
    June 24, 2013 | 09:00 AM

    what

    psu, Enermax 460 watts SLI Ready / 80 plus cert
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    Pet Stores Can Help Special Biscuits Are Available
    July 05, 2013 | 09:16 AM

    To settle your dogs stomach

    Bob
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    Shlomo!
    September 19, 2013 | 05:56 PM

    I am just dying bc our dog's name is Shlomo too!


    Julie
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