- de-caf wolfie -
I was making breakfast while my wife coped with the world of before 7 a.m.
She sat slumped in her chair by the stove, her cup of coffee on the table beside her.
A-Stor-Dubh (Irish Gaelic for "Black Treasure"), our Irish Wolfhound puppy, pranced over to her looking for hugs and pats.
I looked up from the sausages I was cooking and said "Better move your coffee."
"No I'm watching him he won't knock it over"
"That's not what I'm worried about."
He's got a new thing he likes to do".
As I spoke, Arlene took a sip of her coffee and severe consternation transformed her face.
"What the hell!" He farted in my coffee!
"That's the new trick I mentioned. He got me yesterday."
It does add a particular flavour but I don't think it'll catch on at Tim Horton's". I was holding on to the counter, almost out of breath from laughing.
"You should thank him. He did you a favour"
"A favour! Farting in my coffee?"
"Yeah we only had de-caf. It needed a boost"