Forget milk. It’s humor that does the body good. I say this partially because I’m not allowed to have milk (even though I’ve sneaked a delicious taste from my dad’s glass a few times), but also because I’ve seen laughter at work. It’s a pretty amazing thing that creeps up on me at some of life’s most unexpected moments.
Take tonight for example. There I was, scratching behind my ear with my back paw when bam. I fooftered. (This is my more delicate way of saying farted, for anyone that didn’t already connect the gastrointestinal dots). It was far from dainty, and seemed to almost echo through the room. To be honest, it startled me. It brought my scratching to a complete halt for crying out loud. (It isn’t unusual for me to stop and pay attention to my butt region when these foofters happen, but I’m not usually stopping mid-scratch to do so). I paused for about thirty seconds with my back paw still poised for scratching. I was completely frozen in the moment.
That’s when it happened. Mom started laughing almost uncontrollably. I found myself looking around the room for whatever the beautiful source of her laughter was so I could send a mental thank you note. But the television was off, so it couldn’t be that episode of Big Bang Theory when Sheldon is playing in the ball pit (which mom and dad both find hysterically funny for some reason). She wasn’t reading or on the computer or paying attention to anything except me. Me? What about my foofter was so funny?
It’s nothing new for me. I can’t be the only dog who does this. I don’t know that I would find it particularly funny if I witnessed another dog doing it. Yet it made her giggle so much I couldn’t help but share the story in hopes it has a similar effect on other people. I can’t say I understand it, but I’m not sure it matters whether or not I get it. I’m not even sure comedians see the humor in what they say sometimes until after they say it.
All of this reaffirmed for me the words of American poet e. e. cummings who said “the most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” Well, thanks to my silliness, today was not a wasted one. People have wind chimes. Dogs have laughter. These are things that bring us peace. That’s why I say we should forget milk. It’s humor that does the body good.
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Foofter for fart – nice touch, Wyles! I’m running through all the tenses possible with that lovely word. I wish I could have seen your expression, as well as you frozen with on foot in the air!
I know! Had mom not been laughing so hard, she would have taken a picture. By the time she paused, the moment had passed. Haha…passed…get it? Wow, I’m in a silly mood tonight. 🙂
Sammy has done that on the odd occassion..and your Mum is correct..its hilarious!
Dear Leisa! It’s been a while since I heard from you! How are you doing? Send Sammy (and her foofters) my best! 🙂
Hi Wiley. Life is as always a busy mix of work, laughter, joy and foofters lol
Glad to hear it! 🙂
I once heard a quote “I love laughing, except for when milk is coming out of my nose” 😉
That’s great! I’ve never had milk come out of my nose, but I can’t imagine it would be pleasant. 🙂
For some reason, foofters, whether doggy or human, seem to be the cause of much mirth.
I know if any of my grandchildren (aged 1-11) foof, or fluff as they call it, the others fall about laughing. Cally is not only a foofter, but a burper too. Well, perhaps I should say she’s a buuuuuurper as well 😀
I love that your little people have their own words for it that are NOT that dreaded fart word. Foof or fluff are so cute! You can tell Cally she’s not alone – I definitely have my fair share of loud burps as well. 😉
Now that is what I call breakin’ some wind! Way to go Wiley! Laughter is the best medicine, I agree. You definitely can’t blame this foofter on anyone else, because as the old saying goes “he who smelt it, dealt it!” We only **burp** over here.
You know, I was going to comment on that whole blaming the foofter on someone else thing, since it does happen around here quite frequently. The strange thing is mom and dad never blame each other – they only ever blame me. 😦
Hey, now that is not fair at all. It is not always the dogs fault!
😉
If I can’t smile within myself, I might as well stick my head in a hole. I don’t drink milk, Wiles. Only creamo for coffee.
I’m so glad you’re smiling, Ms. Seeker! 🙂
Well my pups don’t stop in mid-scratch when they expel flatus- that’s the nice word for expelling gas. So what about flated instead of the gross word- you know the fa—-d word? 🙂 🙂 Just a thought Wiley but when that baby comes along there should be extra gas in the house and then no one will think you are hysterical anymore. Maybe then they’ll laugh at the new little human. And then you’ll be off the hook for doing anything cute. 🙂
My paw/hand/hat off to you,
yvonne
Dear Yvonne!
I like the word flatus! Thanks so very much for sharing. I fear you’re probably right about my foofters not being funny anymore once the little person arrives. Good thing I have other means of making people smile. 😉
Lots of love,
Wiley
You are so right, Wiley, and I am still laughing about your foofter and feeling better. We have two cats here, and I have always respected them and tried to never laugh at them. Well, that went out the window because these two are just silly and we are a happier home because they are always making us laugh. I don’t think they foofter, though. Hmmm…never thought about that one before.
Yay! I’m so glad my silliness brought some laughter into your day! This is my goal, in spite of how ridiculous my foofter story might be. 🙂 Lots of love to you and the kitties!
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Laughter has to be one of my favorite sounds.