Turnip Dog Farts

I spent an afternoon following Juni while he played outside. He showed me his work site at the sand pile. The holes he and his Redneck Dad dug in the garden. He showed me his truck flooded in the ditch. And all the while, Sadie the Aussie puppy followed in tow.
I was destroyed when I had to put Shelby down. It broke my heart. It's been four months, and I still can't blog about what happened. But I love Sadie. She loves to cuddle, she loves to learn, and best of all,she absolutely loves Juni.
She trots into our living room at night, picks a chewie, and plops herself as close to me as possible. And then she farts. I've had lots of dogs in my life. And so naturally, I've smelled lots of dog farts. But nothing quite like this. It's pungent. Like something has literally crawled up her butt and died. They remind me of my Redneck Husband's smell after he eats turnips. Turnip nights are no fun for me.
Sadie clumsily ran into the garden after Juni, and I soon saw her tossing something into the air with her mouth, catching it, and tossing it again. And then she started to eat it. A turnip. That's when I realized what was beside the flooded truck in the ditch.
Turnips. Dozens of turnips sunken beneath the rainwater in the ditch. My sweet 7-month-old puppy love to steal turnips from the garden, play with them, and then eat them. And Juni uses them to play fetch with Sadie.
Now I know why the Redneck Husband and Sadie smell so similarly. They both have a strange taste for turnips.