I think I have taught a Bear to fart on cue.
She was standing in the bath a few days back when a wet ripper split the silence. I of course cracked up laughing, so she chuckled. I then decided applause was called for. She took on a concentrated affect, and lo and behold, another one. More reward conduct from myself of course!
The next eve when I got home Beloved was holding her, and Bear immediately did a wriggle and let out a couple of charges in quick succession. Then yesterday, in the wading section at Northie pool, she immediately squatted down and a series of streams of bubbles (no doubt toxic) came up behind her head.
I am so proud. In fact, as I sat around with the mummies in swim class a few minutes later I bragged about her new skill acquisition lest any of them not understand that my girl is truly advanced.
This type of information is the big news in my life. Perhaps knowing most people aren't sitting around waiting to hear this is the reason I've blogged so sparsely recently.
Next episode may feature burping and saying "ahhh".
I'm sorry, we're all out of Sturm und Drang, would you care for the lemonade? - Okay, so you're in the audience and sitting down to watch the third scene of Richard Wagner's cool and exciting new opera, *Die Walküre*. The music strikes...
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