Over my dinner break, I was sitting on the couch watching a few minutes of TV before heading back to the station. Mack, my trusty side kick, was sitting right next to me on the floor.
squeak!
Mack's head swiveled around so he could look at the source of the sound...
his own behind.
his own behind.
About 3 minutes later...
squeak!
No head turn this time.. no shame, no embarassment, no acknowledgement.
As I got up to leave...
URP!
Same source.. different end.
I got back to work, checked my cell phone, and had a message from Brian reading,
"You're right..Mack is constantly farting..Good God!"
I don't know what he ate today.. but hey, at least we know he's not afraid to be himself at home.
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