posted on Feb, 27 2019 @ 12:23 PM
The day started as normal. Get up at 0430 and let the dogs out. (Yes, it was me.) The dogs usually bark a bit, scaring away the stray twig or leaf
that might have had the temerity to invade our land. We live fairly isolated, no close neighbors, no big deal.
I then let the dogs in and noticed a different "odor" permeating from our hounds. Ignoring the encroaching reality I attempted to run to the
"lav" so I could start my morning toilet when , naked and delicate, my wife grabbed me from my sanctum in order to scream at me in person.
Apparently one of our dogs, a small Welshie, got into a bit of a disagreement with a skunk.
Our dog apparently ran straight to our bedroom attempting to clean off his little pup snout.
Let me tell you. . . . memory foam bed toppers do have a memory.
I did attempt to get dressed so I could hide in my office for the day but unfortunately, my wife knows the combination to our gun safe. So out of the
kindness of my heart and a deep fear of a beating or shooting, I chose to stay at home today and help my wife clean.
I did notify Gunther who (too happily) encouraged me to take more time off if needed. I need to beat him more.
I did take all linen and towels and clothing to a coin-operated laundromat where I had a wonderful discussion on the merits of dental hygiene with a
purveyor of meth.
Our dog was shampoo'd multiple times with a shampoo mixture of Dawn dish detergent, hydrogen peroxide, and baking soda.
I have saved the tomato juice to hide the large amounts of vodka I'm imbibing to deaden my sense of taste and smell.
More to follow. . . . . .