No, not the kind Daddy puts in the car, I mean the stuff that WE, as pups – and maybe cats – I don’t know enough cats – are constantly being accused of creating.
My poor friend Charlie Daniels has been refused poultry treats because they make him gassy. But what about his Pawrents? Are they still eating beans and cabbage and fresh bread and grapes? Probably. Unfair I say! Unfair! Can we start a Chicken for Charlie campaign? Oh, and I’d like to taste it too please, I’m stuck with lamb.
Shar Peis have delicate tummies and when Mommy and Daddy had to change treats for my predecessor, he could apparently clear the room with an SBD (Silent But Deadly). Which he did periodically and then followed them out of the room going, Where’d you go? That’s part of the reason THEY don’t change my treats very often.
But think about this. They (and it’s not just MY pawrents, it’s everypuppies -and kitties I’m sure) are gassy ALL THE TIME. Trust me, when they’re sitting down, I’m at nose level! A lot more comes out of those sit upons then they admit to let me tell you!
On that note, I’ll leave you with another picture of me as a puppy.
This is me at about 3 months old. I think it was my first or second night in my furever home. That's my Daddy's hand on me. I was a little scared. You can tell because my tail is down. More about Shar Pei tail language another time. Sniff Ya later!