Skunked Dog

The story of my first skunked adventure with my dogs.

a Photo a Day” blog post is postponed until tomorrow ūüôā

Last night I let the dogs out for their ritualistic, before bed time tinkle. ¬†When I hear Sam barking his “I’m super scared and trying to scare something off” bark I run to the door and when I open it two things happen at once: the reek of skunk floods my¬†nostrils¬†and Haley bolts inside. ¬†Curiously though, Sam stubbornly stays outside. ¬†I get nervous because I can’t see a thing and I assume that, since Sam is rooted to the spot, that the skunk is possibly dead or wounded at his feet. ¬†I dart back inside and frantically run around the house turning on the porch light and grabbing my iPhone for a flashlight so I can see what I’m dealing with.

Sam looked unscathed and was alone but had crazy eyes. ¬†I proceed to call him again but he wouldn’t budge. ¬†Finally he moves but only in a tiny arch that keeps him as far away from the back of the house and the door I’m summoning him to as his harness will allow. ¬†I don’t want to dawdle around for fear of the skunk rushing me or Sam so I result to bribing. ¬†I pull out some dog food shake it until Sam forgets the threat long enough to answer my call.

I leave him on the harness in the porch so he can’t touch anything else. ¬†Now that both dogs are safe I go find Haley to check if she stinks. ¬†She does. ¬†In fact, the whole room does because she went directly to the bedroom and rolled all over the bed.

I call her into the bathroom and she is wonderfully obedient as usual.  I tell her to stay while I fetch a towel and a couple other bath necessities and get to work.  I lift her into the tub.  This makes me laugh, as usual, because she does this spread eagle, disjoined air sprawl.  Once she is in I set to work.  I soap her up once, then twice, and then I give her a sniff.  She still reeks but now I can at least pinpoint the place on her body where the smell is coming from.  But I need another plan since the soap proved mostly ineffective.

I leave my shivering dog in the tub while I research solutions. ¬†I found one that required hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap; I didn’t have hydrogen peroxide but decided I would have to give it a shot anyway. ¬†I think it helped but she still reeked.

I take a break to give my oddly patient Sam a sniff. ¬†I smell his face. Nothing. I smell his back. Nothing. ¬†I smell his belly. ¬†Nothing. ¬†And I am so convinced at the naughtiness of my dog that I smell every inch of him but I still don’t get even a slight whiff of skunk. ¬†I’m completely floored. ¬†How is it possible that my¬†disobedient, trouble-making Sam was the good dog tonight. ¬†I suddenly realize that he was somehow smart enough to recognize the threat without having to investigate AND had the good grace to alert me of the issue.

Even though Sam doesn’t smell, I’m so convinced that he had to be the culprit that I actually entertain the idea that I’m so used to the smell already that I simply can’t smell it on him. ¬†But that doesn’t hold up because when I go sniff Haley again there is no mistaking that she definitely was skunked. ¬†So I let Sam off the hook and bring him around the house as my investigator. ¬†He promptly reveals to me any areas Haley touched with her skunk face and I gather up all that stuff and pop it in the wash. ¬†I give Sam a grateful pet and squeeze and get back to the bathroom to attend to Haley.

I just sit on my bathroom floor for a while… pondering what I can possibly do to get rid of the stink. ¬†My eyes fall on my Sabon Body Scrub. ¬†I shrug and think “well, it’s worth a shot.” ¬†I am hoping the oils in the scrub will replace and overwhelm the skunk oils. ¬†I scrub her once. Sniff. ¬†And she actually smells significantly better but I still have two troublesome spots to deal with. I scrub her two more times and decide the scrub can’t do any more for me. ¬†So I try the baking soda/dish soap blend again and she’s about as close to clean as I can get her I think.

I lift her out of the tub, dry her off, make her sit, and rub tea tree oil on her face.  And I did it!  After three different methods of washing and a little tea tree oil my dog is odor free!

It is midnight but I quickly give Sam a bath just because I’m already at it, wash myself (half to get the now pouring sweat off of me and half to secure my own¬†odor-free¬†state),¬†rotate the laundry,¬†make the bed with spare sheets, and crawl into bed with my two clean, but semi-damp pups and fall asleep smiling.

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Baby Ducks

This is the third time my parents have raised baby ducks. ¬†The first time they snatched a pile of them to test baby names on since I was on the way. ¬†The second time I was in high school and I’m not sure how they came about but I know we had three adorable little fluff balls to love – Tipsy, Dawson, and Izzy. ¬†This third time they have four little buggers – May West, Fup (you know, like Fup Duck), Webster (my favorite little adventurer, he’s the runt), and Linguine (because he likes pasta).

My role as sister duck for the few days I got to spend with them was professional worm hunter.  I wandered all around the yard, trowel in hand, with the four yellow, fuzzy buggers hurriedly stumbling over the grass to keep up with me.  I would stoop upon random patches of dirt and dig.  Before long they were crawling all over my shovel and finding the worms well before I had to point them out.  I think I spent 45 minutes doing this!

Besides the fun in the mud I enjoyed their frenzied swimming, the way they look up at you when you’re talking to them, and the way they cheep frantically when you move out of sight. ¬†I¬†certainly¬†accidentally sole Josh on getting ducks some day just by my stories and Instagram pictures of them ūüôā

What is your favorite baby animal and why?

For more baby duck love CLICK HERE¬†(my mom’s post about them) or¬†HERE¬†(a little video my mom made).

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The Man with the Pretty Garden

There are so many times in life when I feel I am all too undeserving of thoughful acts of kindness.

Josh and I live in a slightly shady neighborhood. ¬†In fact, our next door neighbor had a burglar last summer. But I’ve found that any crazies stay away in the during the day. ¬†This is important to me because I love to be outside and so do my furry lovers. ¬†I take them for walks in the neighborhood almost every day. ¬†Our favorite part of this walk is the¬†park that is buried in the back corner of the neighborhood. ¬†We always¬†route¬†our course to go there because when we get there I’m usually able to let the dogs off the leash to run around free for a while. ¬†I’ve got my timing down like a science so that I’m sure to walk them when I know the park will be vacant or mostly vacant.

In this park there is a baseball field and this is where Haley and I like to play fetch.  After an exhilarating 100 rounds of retrieval she is parched and at the far end of the field there is a large garden with bird baths lingering at its fringe.  When we first started this walking habit Haley would suddenly ditch me and her stick to go gaze longingly at the bird baths, knowing they held water.

A few walks later I found one of those¬†bird baths¬†moved to the ground. ¬†I wasn’t sure but I thought that maybe the man with the pretty garden was very observant and saw my¬†thirsty¬†pups.

Well today, about one year later, I saw that same bird bath in its now usual place in addition to another funny looking water holder and a very distinct dog dish full of water. ¬†All of these water vestibules had recently been filled as little droplets still clung to the sides. ¬†Along side this plethora of water options was a small pile of hardy sticks. ¬†I have a hard time believing that all wasn’t intentional and my heart is so touched by this man’s very thoughtful gift.

The rest of my walk I contemplated ways to get a note of thanks to him for his kindness.  Maybe there will be more on that later.

Happy Saturday!