Years ago I had one of those remote fart machines. We were on our annual trip out to the Utah desert and just after a nice dinner on Saturday night a few of us started to gather at the fire to enjoy a after dinner drink. One of which was a lady who by chance owned two Australian Sheppard's that followed her everywhere. I had placed the machine under her chair and a while after she had sat down one of the dogs crawled under the chair and laid down for a nap. After about 10 or so minutes I hit the button and everyone there heard the fart from the chair. Most didn't say anything but continued on with their conversation. A short while later I hit the button again. The lady this time looked at the dog with disdain and said KC, the dog just looked at her. This time people were starting to look at her. Then I hit the button once more, my buddy sitting next to me was close to hysterics, they lady said that it wasn't her, he said that he had never in his life heard a dog make those kind of sounds. I laid off of it for about half a hour then hit the button a few times in a row. This time everyone was looking at her including the dog. My buddy sitting next to me was now almost rolling around in the dirt. She stood up and walked away from the fire and quickly the dog followed.A woman goes to her boyfriends' parents' house for Christmas dinner. This is to be her first time meeting the family and she is very nervous. They all sit down and begin eating a fine meal. The woman is beginning to feel a little discomfort, thanks to her nervousness and the broccoli casserole. The gas pains are almost making her eyes water. Left with no other choice, she decides to relieve herself a bit and lets out a dainty fart. It wasn't loud, but everyone at the table heard the poof. Before she even had a chance to be embarrassed, her boyfriend's father looked over at the dog that had been snoozing under the woman's chair, and said in a rather stern voice, "Skippy!". The woman thought, "This is great!" and a big smile came across her face. A couple of minutes later, she was beginning to feel the pain again. This time, she didn't even hesitate. She let a much louder and longer rrrriiip. The father again looked at the dog and yelled, "Dammit Skippy!" Once again the woman smiled and thought "Yes!" A few minutes later the woman had to let another rip. This time she didn't even think about it. She let rip a fart that rivaled a train whistle blowing. Once again, the father looked at the dog with disgust and yelled, "Dammit Skippy, get away from her, before she shits on you!"