It's all about me!
Some things are “you had to be there” funny, and when retold—not so funny. I’m not sure this story is as funny when written as it was when it happened, but share it I must.
Our three Brussels are our life and we take them on road trips in our motor home frequently. Our oldest Brussels, Peek-a-chu, drove the 12,000 plus miles to Alaska and back while cradled in my arm. She was a puppy at that time and weighed about 3 lbs. Needless to say, when traveling in a 28 ft motor home the living quarters are tight and not much goes unnoticed—inside or outside the motor home. Our dogs are very comfortable in the motor home and we travel as a pack with me as the Alpha dog, or so I tell myself.
Brussels are like savvy 2 year old children—potty trained, fully functional, have a mind of their own, and the world revolves around them, not the other way around. They think nothing of jumping on the dashboard or any other structure tall enough for them to get a good look out of the window. When deemed an emergency, by them not me, they will ascend to the closet window at Superman speed and damn the torpedo’s attitude while going over, through, and on top of whatever gets them to the highest vantage point.
One evening, after a day of driving, we stopped for the night at an RV park. Our friends Jim and Susan joined us for dinner. The dogs were fed and we were enjoying light conversation as night fell. It was one of those parks that seemed private and there were rabbits and various other animals scurrying about trying to find their night lodging. Our dogs were excited and spent a great deal of time on the dashboard watching the night’s activities. They seemed curious and watched closely with only an occasional bark. Before long, a rabbit meandered from the front of the coach to the side where we were enjoying the peace and tranquility of nature. Like opening doors at Wal-Mart on Black Friday, three dogs leap off the dashboard at breakneck speed heading for the table where we’re sitting. I caught Pugzy as she jumped onto the seat and Linda snagged Kiki in mid air, but Peekachu made it through the blockade and landed on the table top making it to the window where she let out a huge bark and simultaneously farted. We all looked at each other; did we just hear and see what we think we saw? Laughter quickly ensued. After joking for several minutes we decided there must be a word for what happened. The natural line of logic brought us to the conclusion that this word should also be in the dictionary:
Bart (bärt) Vulgar. Slang .intr.v. bart•ed, bart•ing, barts 1. The act of barking and farting simultaneously. 2. A harsh, abrupt sound uttered by a dog combined with an audible discharge of intestinal gas.
