My pilot and I have a dog. Not just any dog. A fat, stinky, adorable beagle, Barkfart.
Why Barkfart? Her single most amazing talent is barking and following it up with a huge and ominous sounding fart.
Captain Handsome had an early morning flight today and I was off at work. Gamer boy and Scooter girl are with he who shall not be named for the weekend.
I hate when CH gets home before I do because Barkfart leaves gifts.
Today went like this:
Me: (arriving home exhausted from dealing with the sheeple) hi baby how was your day?
CH: grumble
Me: did you have a bad day?
CH: well it wasn't bad til I got home
Me: oh no, what happened?
CH: well we had a little problem with Barkfart.
Me: oh lord what'd she do now?
CH: she's outside being punished.
Me: (grinning) why?
CH: she got into the trash and ate all last weeks leftovers and trash. She's grounded.
Me: I'm so sorry you had to come home to that. She's such a bad dog! Always thinking with her stomach.
CH: yeah, we had words!
Me: (grinning)
So I come inside and on the back porch sits my timid Barkfart. She's looking incredibly guilty.
I wander back out to the garage
Me: what'd you do to Barkfart? She's really upset!
CH: because I told her I was gonna tell you!
And yes, gentle readers, this is my life.
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