Fffffffffttt!

Rufus is scared of his own farts. Sometimes I will hear the faint whisper of the aforementioned fart and then watch him frantically turn around to see if something is behind him, and then he'll run across the room, sometimes into my lap for protection from the small whisp of gas. Other times, I'll just hear his feet screeching on the tile, and see him whiz by at high speed; those times, I just know what happened. It's a good thing he doesn't eat many beans! Then again, my little dog may be pioneering the next fitness craze. If we all jumped up and ran across the room everytime we let a little gas pass, we'd all be in better shape.