The sheer talent these people have make me want to get a pilots license, just so I can learn to do this. Granted, I never plan on being a farmer, but simply having the skill to pilot a plane and to do aerial acrobatics would itself be a great reward.
One day. One day I will fly a plane, just so I can say "look what I can do.
Whether it's me controlling the plane, or just pointing out a pilot doing his thing, I know the boys will be absolutely floored. To see a plane this close to you, this close to the ground... it's jaw-dropping.
So you're probably asking... what does this have to do with my dog? Well, same words (crop dusting) but a different meaning. Here is the definition of crop dusting from the urban dictionary:
This. Is. My dog. Melody has some NASTY gas, and will walk into a room, squeak out a silent one, and walk away before it blasts my nose. Either that or she'll be completely asleep and foofing away. Recently my girlfriend and I were watching a movie. She was exhausted and kept drifting away, falling asleep in my arms...
Now, when I want to, I could have some really ripe farts. But this dog... THIS DOG blows my bowels out of the water. I don't know how she does it... we feed her a premium food that isn't supposed to cause gas. Maybe she's getting into something she isn't supposed to?
Regardless, I need to hang one of those pine-tree air fresheners off her tail, as close to her ass as I can get. This dog is just plain messed up...