Nighttime Fun

This is a rare glimpse into the bedtime activities of Steve. This might not be for the squeamish. Read at your own risk.

Last night, our miniature daschund Toby was in bed with us. This is not unusual, as he spends most nights in our bed squeezing between Vicki and I. Last night he had crawled under the covers and nestled down between my legs. I guess you could say I had a wiener on my wiener.

It started getting late and I was ready to turn off the TV and cuddle up to the wife, but I had the dog stuck between my legs. I also really had to pass gas, and thought it might be fun to fart on the dog. So I leaned over to Vicki and said, "watch this" and let it rip.

Toby stirred a little bit, and slowly made his way out from under the covers. He climbed up on the pillows with a dazed look on his face than ran to the end of the bed, did a whole body shake, staggered a little bit, jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.

Both Vicki and I laughed hysterically. Oddly enough Toby isn't in bed with us tonight.