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The first sign of trouble was the smell. Not the usual, polite dog fart that Gus would blame on the sofa cushions, but a low, sulfurous rumble that made Mark’s eyes water. Gus looked up from his bed with the guilty expression of a creature who had just seen God and disappointed Him.
Gus dared.
There was a glug . A deep, mournful sound from the bowels of the earth. Then a whoosh . dog poop clogged toilet