What do you do when woman's best friend starts growing old and gassy?

It's a dilemma for the modern day woman of the house who is the go-to gal for all domestic issues.  Don't you find that you get asked all the important questions at your house?  Everything from where are my keys to how can you make the dog stop farting?  

I swear I have about an 82 percent success rate with lifes' most mundane tasks.
I find everything for everyone in my house. I have always been the go-to gal for the most mundane of all lifes issues.  I can fix screens, bikes, toys, bulbs, timers, switches and windshield wipers. (I really did that!) I can dole out medicine, sew hems,  clean cuts, and I have even trimmed the hair off the bums of our dogs which has grown too long in between grooming and is the repository for you don't even want to know.  I have found garage openers stuck to old gum in my husbands car.  I have cleaned out hairy bathroom drawers and god knows what else.  I mean who signed us up for this stuff?  How come no-one else does that stuff? When did all of this stuff get to be part of the female job description?  It can really wreck a girls manicure, i tell you.

But after doling out bean-o, numerous trips to the vet, and all other sorts anti gas remedies,  I simply failed at getting our dog to stop farting.  After the 50th request to "make it stoooppp", I realized that it is out of my range of abilities.  I cannot believe that my track record is sullied due to farting.  That just plain stinks, if you know what I mean!

I think its beyond the call of motherly and female duty to ask us to do all of the not so glamourous grunt work in our homes.  I say stick it where the sun don't shine.  Farts or no farts, This definitely warrants the Mypheme Finger of fate!  Put the dog outside and make me a lemonade!