A leather daddy. NO!
You’re gross. It’s Lisa’s new rat dog! Actually, it looks a lot nicer now that Lisa bathed it and gave it a haircut.
So I was sitting on the arm of the couch with my feet on the cushions talking to Lisa. I accidentally let one rip, and the dog looked startled, then came up to try to get a better smell of it. I thought that dogs were supposed to have superior ablities in that region, but Lisa could smell it plenty over at the other end of the couch. We engaged in a frantic war of waving air at each other. The dog was a little afraid of us laughing so hard that Lisa’s face turned all red.
But, any dog that sniffs my butt can’t be all bad. As Murderface would say, “I approve.”