Well, I've been neglecting the blog for a while. Not to worry we will get caught up. But I did want to share this with you.
Did I mention I have two small dogs? Dancer and Farfel.
Little angels, aren't they?
Well...
It's 11:30 pm and I’ve just returned home from walking the dogs before bed. It's finally coolish out - it had been in the high 30s all day - so I thought I’d get in a little weeding in the front garden. The dogs are safely ensconced on the front verandah. All of a sudden all hell breaks loose. Dogs are barking frantically and dashing off towards the neighbour's house. Mortified, I take chase - I don't want them to wake up the whole neighbourhood. But wait, what is the neighbour's cat doing out at this time of night? Uh-oh. That white stripe does not bode well. Now the dogs are back on the verandah rolling around on the ground desperately rubbing their faces and noses into anything they can find. The offending skunk runs across my property into safety under my car. Farfel's little head and face are soaked - he got hit full on. I take them out back and pour plain water over their faces in the hopes of getting the spray out of their eyes.
I trudge back upstairs, turn on the computer and google 'dog skunk'. Google immediately understands my predicament and I have a recipe to reverse the dread smell.
Fade out.
Fade in.
It's after midnight. There's a bedraggled little lady wandering through the aisles at an all night pharmacy with just a little off odour about her, can't quite place it. She picks up 3 bottles of Hydrogen Peroxide, one ladies' douche kit, one bottle of Ivory dish soap and one beach towel.
Fade out.
Fade in.
Armed with her precious bundles, she trundles off home to find she can hardly even enter the house for the smell. Like a shaman she mixes her potions of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and ivory soap, chanting a few choice words over the mixture.
At 3 a.m., exhausted, having tossed her clothes out onto the back deck along with towels and anything else that might have been tainted, she throws herself into bed.
9 a.m. she checks out two still wet, confused little doggies. Seems the recipe worked. Now all that remains is to take the douche kit and wash their little faces - the hydrogen peroxide being too strong for their eyes and noses.
Just another day in the life....
# posted by Elaine @ 12:06 PM
Little angels, aren't they?
