Someday I'll Look Back On This Night And Laugh
I love my dog, Casey. I really do. He's sweet and kind and always has a smile on his face. He's never met an enemy. He's completely friendly and loves everybody. Including, apparently, the skunks that have been using my backyard as a free-range buffet.
It doesn't help that he's a tricolor dog, and just dumb enough to think that perhaps that black and white thing is related to him somehow. "Look, Dama! A Berner Puppy!"
Speaking of dumb, I knew the skunks were out there, because they've been boldly going where this woman will not go for the past few nights. Sunday night the dogs trapped a baby under the hose reel. Tuesday night they trapped on under the Wisteria. But silly me thought if I let them pee quickly in the open area of the yard there would be no problem. Wrong.
The unfortunate facial spraying was at 9:00. Now, at 2:17am I have bathed the dog 3 times (in Dawn dish soap--recommended) and saturated the basement carpet with an explosive mixture of Water, Vinegar, and OxyClean. Seems to be working.
Now I'm taking the dogs out front on a leash. If you are driving by Hermitage and see a grown woman with wet hair, traces of Dawn dishwashing liquid splattered across her old Blockbuster/Winnie The Pooh t-shirt and tears of helplessness streaming down her face, honk and say "hi."