Adventure at my house tonight! That wandering dog of ours met up with a friend.  One with a nice white stripe down it’s cute little back.

I used to say my favorite line in Bambi was, “You can call me Flower if you want to!” Ha! I take it back, they are nasty little animals.

Okay, so probably the skunk was minding his own business and my wandering dog decided to go after it and got what he deserved … but I don’t think I got what I deserved—the joy of trying to figure out what to do with an EXTREMELY stinky dog at 11:00 p.m. Everyone else was in bed and I was being kind enough to let him out for his last relief of the night and suddenly … I started gagging … from in the house.

I went outside and started calling for him and then started a big fire in the fire pit.  I learned once that the only thing that can get rid of skunk smell is smoke smell! (Yes, I am a wealth of random facts.)

Poor pooch. When he finally showed back up I could see that he wasn’t injured, beyond his pride, and he had a nice shot of wet stink to his left side. So he is now sitting outside “soaking” in the concoction I just put on him. Interesting what you can learn online—hydrogen peroxide, baking soda & dish washing soap! First I had to bathe him with dog shampoo a few times then put the concoction on him and now he is supposed to “sit and soak” for ten minutes.

Thus I said to myself, “Self, what shall I do to burn ten minutes? This sounds like a blog op to me!”

I feel like I stink big time.  I’ve already showered once, then before starting the dog de-stink process I put on old clothes, got out rubber gloves and kept my distance from him and the spray of the water. The problem is, I could stink and not even know it, the smell of skunk seems like it’s everywhere!  I’ve washed my hands no less than ten times.

Okay, I could make some brilliant analogies about how we stink in God’s eyes and He’s always trying to clean us up.  But actually, I’m not in the mood. Actually, I’m in a bad mood—a stinking bad mood.

Excuse me, I’m going to go wash my hands.  Again.

It’s just after 12:30 and I’m really not feeling too full of joy. But I have laughed hysterically at the absurdity of what moms will do … even for the dog.

Blaze? Well, he’s not quite good as new (and he WILL be an outside dog for a while) but I guess I got a lesson in caring for God’s creatures that I am responsible for.  Even when having to do so stinks!