Isaac Crockford

I remember when I was a child of about 5 years old, walking up some stairs behind a large 14 year old dog. It's tail was lifted high, wagging with jaunty abandon, as the 50kg elderly canine waddled carefully, step-to-step as I followed close behind, encouragingly. It's puckered sphincter, which was at my eye level, suddenly dilated as a hot, fetid, moist cloud was abruptly expelled directly into my un-prepared nostrils. The stench had me gagging and my eyes watering. The foul air had somehow had a short gestation period as the poor beast had just recently gorged himself on a large tin of cheap dog food slops and moist, stale dog biscuits. I would rather be on a ventilator breathing that dog fart than ever having to watch this film ever again. I love dog farts tho