My Weimaraner is farting at me in stereo. Never has there been such a range of odors with such room-filling capabilities. Not to mention the sound effects, true art right there! The best part is that he likes to lay right next to my chair. With his butt pointed in my direction. Oh Duke, how I love thee. How I am going to now go and burn the half bag of dog food remains before my eyes water so badly I can no longer see.