Gas

Oh. My. Word.  I cannot even believe Lucy tonight!  She must have snuck some of Ariyah's food today.  At first I thought I must be mistaken lying here in the dark when I heard the sound of a little fart coming from her side of the room, but nooooo.  She keeps passing gas like a college-age boy who just filled up on beans and beer, without the slightest bit of regard for the rest of us here in the room!  Scott is softly snoring beside me and Ariyah is chomping away on her rawhide, while Lucy sounds like she got a hold of a whoopie cushion in her kennel.  At least the smell is staying by her and so far my nose hasn't been plagued by her stench.  Here's to hoping I can fall asleep before the smell creeps across the room.....  Ugh, there she goes again.