Picnic Redux II

My fears have been realised. Though we ran out of black bean salad 3 days ago Duke has begun to fart. He cuts them very quietly with the most innocent look on his face but he can send me in search of an accident in a nanosecond. He's learning "down". "Fetch" is still more like hide and seek. He'll run after something, toss it into the air and then come back empty mouthed. I have to go now. You can guess why. I think the smell may be too much even for him.