First result "Forgiveness: Why Dogs Don't hold Grudges."
Whoever wrote this has not been owned by a basset hound.
They most certainly do and here is my evidence.
Our old basset hound, Quincy, used to sleep in the bed with Mrs. Shife and I.
One of our routines before we called it a night was for Captain Furry Pants to lay on my chest while I rubbed his ears so we could discuss how our days went.
Really deep stuff like how many times did he lick himself in the swimsuit area and how jealous I was that I did not possess his skills.
One night I brought my computer into bed with me. I put the computer on my chest and proceeded to watch a movie until I got sleepy.
I had the power cord plugged in so it was on the floor running from the outlet to the bed.
Quincy did not seem to mind and just went underneath the covers to get his beauty rest.
The next morning I woke up and it stunk.
There was no mistaking this smell as someone had dropped a massive deuce in our bedroom.
Definitely don't recommend this form of aroma therapy to start your day.
I immediately reached down and checked myself to make sure I did not lose control of my bowels in the middle of the night.
Whew. It wasn't me.
Hey stranger things have happened to me and I was just following the skunk smells its own hole first philosophy.
I knew it wasn't Mrs. Shife because princesses don't do that.
Did Quincy shit the bed?
I lift up the covers but no piles of poop in the bed.
I immediately look down on the floor and there it is ... another huge pile of doggie doo-doo right on the power cord.
Message received loud and clear Quincy.
The old dog taught me a new trick.