Confessions: When the Farts Fly 💨

There are moments in life you never expect to bond over — like dog cuddles, Netflix binges, or … farts. Yep, I said it. Those loud, unexpected, room-shaking escapes that happen when I’m tucked away in the bedroom with my little crew.

Bear, bless his tiny chihuahua heart, is usually the one next to me when the soundtrack begins. The look he gives me could win an Oscar — equal parts betrayal, disbelief, and “Really, Mom?!” Meanwhile, Lola pretends nothing happened (queen of denial), and Mocha looks like she’s deciding whether to flee or claim the smell as her own.

I don’t know why it makes me laugh so hard — maybe because it breaks the quiet, maybe because the dogs react like it’s a full-blown emergency siren. But every time it happens, I’m reminded that life is ridiculous, messy, and way too short to take even our most ahem “explosive” moments too seriously.

So there it is — my big confession. Loud farts and little dogs. If you’re laughing, you’re my people. And if you’re pretending this never happens in your house … I don’t believe you for a second. 😉