Combustible

We got home today and were greeted by three guilty dogs (Andy is too old to care about being guilty).  It seems that a brand new bag of birdseed for Zacques, the amazingly dumb house sparrow, spontaneously exploded all over the house.  I'm pretty sure that Happy will have similarly exploding diarrhea all night long.  For now, we are being tortured by room-clearing dog gas from more than one source.  I think that they are trying to blame the cats.  I would too.

The amazingly dumb Zacques, and his BFF, Sir George Boogers