Today on my way to work I saw a moose! Look how close I got to her! (don't worry, there was a barbed-wire fence between us.)
Awhile back Anna drew a picture of "home". A still-life, of sorts. On the far left is Anna's arm holding a root beer. Then we have both a Christmas tree and a menorah on the mantle (which we didn't have, but I thought it was very cute she took David's traditions into account). Then a lovely vase of flowers, Moby with his toy, David in the kitchen and, very prominently, mommy's wine glass, front and center. I can't decide if this is extremely funny or extremely disturbing or both. I thought Eric was going to pee his pants when he saw that. Is it time for AA???
That wasn't my deep question, by the way. No, today's deep question involves gaseous dogs.
Why is it that a dog can release the most heinous, noxious, potentially lethal silent fart ever and he'll continue sleeping peacefully in the resulting foul-smelling green cloud of toxicity, but if he AUDIBLY farts, it will wake him from a sound sleep, he'll stare at his own butt with a DEEPLY CONCERNED look on his face and then he'll have to get up and move away from the sound??