Oh, yeah.
Suuurre, it's the dog that needs it.
Always, blame it on the poor dog, they can't talk, they can't argue, just blame it on the poor beast.
Heh, heh, heh, if my poor little chihuahuas farted nearly half as much as I blame on them, they could keep this company in business, but I'm here to tell ya, when they do fart, my gosh, clear the doors, cause the room will empty fast!
Whew! Smells like rancid tuna fish with garlic sauce. I don't think anything can filter that out.