After five weeks and no solution, the pregnant woman burst into tears. Only then did the husband confess to his farts.
Dogs can let out rather stinky farts, and one pet parent was concerned when her dog just couldn't stop letting out these fart bombs. The situation was getting rather out of hand and she wanted to help her poor dog, so she spent thousands of dollars at the vet's so that her precious baby would be fine. However, she had a good shock when she found out that the culprit was someone else entirely. Taking to Reddit, the pregnant woman shared her hilarious experience and wrote that it started around a month ago when she, her doggo, and her husband were having dinner.
We have a dog, Jerry. He's an absolute SWEETHEART. He has such a sweet and gentle disposition and he doesn't have an unkind bone in his body. I love him dearly. A month ago, my husband, Jerry and I were eating dinner when suddenly I smelled something really disgusting. My husband instantly made a face so I knew it wasn't just me. Tbh I am pregnant and my sense of smell has been a little sensitive at this time. I couldn't stand the smell and left the room. Later in bed, my husband told me the dog farted. The smell was unbelievably bad, and it was like rotten eggs.
She herself said Jerry has never let out such horrible farts. Over the next week, the smell would come again and again at random times. I lit candles, incense - NOTHING WORKED. This whole time I thought it was the dog and said ok, fuck it, I'm taking him to the vet. A fart this stinky isn't normal. Through all this my husband kept silent. The vet suggested a change in diet, which OP did, but the farts still continued. Her husband was a silent witness to all this dilemma. She was so confused and finally, the vet ordered a lot of expensive tests that would help them get to the "bottom" of this fart situation.
All the tests showed that the dog was fine. I'm losing my mind here. My anxiety started kicking in - what if there's something wrong with him? What if we lose him? I'm so stressed out. It all came to a breaking point and i burst into tears. Had a full-on meltdown about losing Jerry and then - you have to understand this nonsense has been going on for 5 WEEKS my husband confesses that the farts weren't the dog but were him. While it seems crazy to us now, the woman would have been furious at that point. Y'all, I lost it. I kicked him out of the house. He went to stay with his friends. All of our friends are on my side. To be clear, I didn't mind he lied in the moment.
But he KNEW we were going to the vet, the vet was confused. He EVEN WENT TO THE VET APPOINTMENTS WITH ME. It takes him a full on panic attack and mental breakdown to say the truth? His mother, who normally thinks the sun shines out his ass is on my side as well. She called him, in no uncertain terms, an idiot. Well, she eventually did let him come back home, but not without consequences. Also, he was asked to change his diet as well. I told him in no uncertain terms that he has to pay me back my half of the vet bills out of his savings/fun money and the household budget was not made to accommodate his bullshit. He's agreed but isn't really happy about it. I don't particularly care about his happiness right now to be honest.