Mortification

Today I promised Jacob that I would bring the dog with me to pick him up from school. I had to make a quick stop by my office on the way, so Sugar sat in the car while I ran in and picked up my stuff. As I got back in the car, I noticed my boss walking across the parking lot; at the same time, I noticed that the dog had ripped one. Then - Lucky Me! - he walked over to my car, forcing me to roll the window down to visit. I know he smelled it. And since I couldn't say, "Hey, Jim! What you're smelling is dog fart," I just acted like everything was normal. So I now have to live with the fact that the CEO of my company thinks that I'm the type of person that toots in my car with the windows rolled up. The dog sucks.