So, the vet assures me that Chuck’s incessant rotten egg farting is most likely a result of his advancing age, nothing else, and that I could maybe change his food to see if that would make a difference. Some days it’s worse than others, but recently it’s gotten so bad that I’m having a hard time being in the same room with him. This morning after getting the girls dressed for camp I ran down into my office to grab something off of my desk and the smell contorted my face like I was standing in front of one of those wind machines.
Don’t look so innocent, Chuck. Have some courtesy.