The “dog fart” sales pitch

My best friend in the entire world is my dog. 

I got him some 6 years ago when I was but a fledgling college student. The guy has taught me a lot. 

About finding joy in the little things. 
About how to love. 
And about why it’s so important to stick together when times get tough. 

We have a bit of a ‘Calvin & Hobbes relationship’. 

More, he’s the reason I’m a respectabuhl bid’niz owner instead of living on some hippy commune somewhere with roommates named Spring and Meadow (only slightly exaggerating). But that, my friend, is a story for another time. 

Because today, we’re discussing the all important dog fart. 

Now, when I first got my dog, Roo, he was a 6-month old pup coming straight off the streets. And since he was a street puppy, he was fond of eating trash (on our very first walk ever he picked up a dead bird and started carrying it back to our house like his mission was accomplished for the day). 

And trash, as you can imagine, is a bit strainful for a wee lil puppy belly. 

So Roo, bless his flatulent heart, had gas. 

Bad gas. 

So bad one friend made a remark like, “It smells like Roo is rotting from his inside.”

But fear ye not. Due to a diet of grass-fed raw meat (and the other goodies I mix in) and daily belly rubs to get the digestive juices flowing, Roo’s bunghole emits nary a peep nowadays. 

Which is good news for my nostrils. 

But back when he was of the gaseous variety, Roo could stink up the house. But the saving grace:

The smell always dissipated quickly. 

In fact, his farts aren’t too different from this sales pitch:

It’s blatant and in your face, but will be gone before you know it. 

In fact, this sales pitch goes vamanos in just a few stinky hours. 

To breathe deeply in my odiferous ways, go to the link below and book your consulting session:

www.copybymccune.com/consult

In the meantime, I’m gonna go catch some puppy snuggles. 

Tyler McCune

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