Yesterday, I was lying on the floor with Hawk and suddenly smelled a horrible smell. I thought maybe Hawk needed changing. So I checked. Nope. That wasn't it. Then I noticed Zeko lying about five feet away. That horrible smell was a dog fart. I'd never smelled dog farts before. They must come with age. Zeko is going on 13 years old.
Fast forward about eight hours. It's bedtime. And bedtime means Zeko walks into my room to sleep in his spot, which happens to be on the floor beside the bed on Shannon's side. Last night Zeko was still stinking and Shannon was coming to bed. I kind of felt bad for my husband (though I could smell it too). I even told him I'd switch sides with him, but he said he had to sleep on his side. So after I quit laughing I prayed, "God, please help Zeko not fart all night."
God even listens to these silly, silly prayers. The rest of the night was dog-fart free!
"Beware of the dogs (farts)," Philippians 3:2
(I just had to include that -- a bit of Bible humor)