~tears streaming down my face as I see the leftover chili one~ OMG I had a bad smell flashback of my aunt and uncle's dog Bart, the fart machine... Didn't matter what he ate that wasn't dog food, he would be sitting or laying under the table in the kitchen as the rest of us with munchies were munching on the leftovers and just a little squeak would be heard and that place cleared out all the way upstairs to safety, my grandmother lectured me and my uncle for 5 mins after that saying we weren't allowed to eat whatever we had eaten, when Bart comes in looking at us head tilted and lets one go loud and clear, the house cleared to outside with my grandma apologizing all the way... ~busts up laughing again~ I miss that dog