As the title implies, it's a book about a dog who not only made *bubbles in the bath*....it flatulated *morning, noon, and night*. The kids didn't mind their pet's gas so much but the parents were distraught. They took it to the doctor, changed its diet, etc....all to no avail.
Walter got the blame for everybody else's farts too. If Uncle Irv let one slip, he just went and stood near Walter.
Then all he had to say was, "Walter!"
And everyone would look at poor Walter.
I forget how it ended but my wife and I were blown away by the CHILDREN'S BOOK as she read it aloud to our little ones.
The kids? They didn't laugh even once on the first read. They sat there intensely focused on the storyline.
Let the record show that we expected nothing less (more?) of a gift from their puerile, scat-obsessed uncle!
See the label above - One freakin' million copies sold! Who among us couldn't have written this story?
Several months ago, my son *released* at the dinner table and cracked himself up but good.
His mother was livid and excoriated him.
I played along with Mrs. C-Nut's propriety and sternly deadpanned, "Prince, what do we say when..."
His laughter paused, he contemplated for a second and answered,
PrinceC-Nut - "We say 'GOOD ONE'!"
(He's right, that's our stock response - when Mom's working anyway.)
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Animal generated methane is a large component of theoretical global "warming".
Therefore, all dogs should be heavily taxed in direct proportion to the damage that methane gas is purported to contribute to global "warming". $1,000 per year per dog ought to do it.
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