My grandmother had an old dog who was prone to some of the vilest farts, their church was up the block from grandma's house and the pastor had to walk past it on his way back and forth from his home and the church. It was his custom to stop and visit every so often. well the dog headed straight for the preacher's lap just as soon as he sat down and proceeded to produce some of the nastiest gas. Grandma embarassed by this would try to coax the dog from the minster's lap, all the while the old gent was telling grandma of his love for animals.
