With the dog sleeping with us, there are officially three mammals farting in our bed at any given time.

The dog usually drops one off just before he goes to sleep, and while it’s vile, he’s only a small dog, so they have no hang time. The wife is a proper lady, and therefore will not fart in public, saving her emissions for after she goes to sleep and her inhibitions relax; she lets of stacatto strings of small farts, after each of which, the dog thumps his tail three or four times against the mattress- thumpthumpthump. As if he was giggling.

I still leave the other occupants of the room clawing at the door in a frantic effort to escape, so I haven’t lost my skills. of course.