No More Pizza Crust

Last Sunday, I ordered Molly and me some Pizza Hut Pizza so we could enjoy some pizza and watch a little bit of NFL football. Molly lives for pizza crust. She sits at (or on) my feet and patiently waits on me to get done with the center part before I start breaking her off some crust. With our bellies full and my Seattle Seahawks going in the tank against the Miami Dolphins, Molly decided to take a nap. Within about 5 or 10 minutes, Molly was snoring beside me. Within a minute or so after that, I start smelling something that smelled like somebody had dropped a turd under my chair. I looked and Molly was still snoring and I quickly discovered that about every other snore, she farted. She farted for the rest of the night. At one point, I had to open up my sliding glass door and windows to air the place out. I went to bed kind of early and one of her farts smelled so bad, it woke me up and I searched the apartment because I knew she had taken a dump somewhere in that apartment. I never I did find anything. She is not getting any more pizza crust for a while.