
I'm laughing because this just reminds me of an embarrassing experience!
I adopted a little girl after her owner died. This was when my vet only had a little local surgery, before the hospital was built.
It was small and cosy in the waiting room, radiators on as it was very cold outside. Judy kept on dropping silent ones, and I was mortified! The heat made them almost choking.
I do know the vet well by the way! I mentioned to him that I did hope that nobody thought the awful stench was me! He laughed, and I should have remembered his sense of humour. As I went back into the waiting room after my appointment, he shouted after me (loud enough for all to hear), I do hope that Judy's flatulence improves!!!!!!