There is nothing worse than being trapped in the car for a ten hour ride with a dog that has gas- bad gas. Every couple of minutes we'd have to roll the windows down just to breath. Now, we are blessed; Jersey is so good in the car. After the initial excitement of being free from the confinement of our 1100 square foot condo, this 75 pound boxer will get cozy and settle in for the long rides. However, this time, just because she was sleeping, did not mean we got a break from her near-nuclear gas. It was awful! She would wake her own self up looking at us like, "did that come out of me?!"
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