When we lived at Baron we didn’t have a screen door. Uncle Joe had an old dog that would come in and lie down in front of the fireplace. He’d get good and warm and then he would ‘toot’. Momma would take her broom and beat him out the door.
One time he was lying in front of the fireplace and I let a ‘toot’. The dog must have heard it and got scared that momma was going to beat him for it. The door was closed so he jumped out of the window and broke the glass.
~Don