...Well, a cat runs away when you chase it, while a skunk stands its ground and sprays you in the face. (And I still have no idea why skunks live in the backyard.) Unfortunately, I learned this lesson the hard way. (And believe me, it was the hard way for everyone.) The stench of the skunk followed me through the house and seeped into every nook and cranny. The house stunk. The bathroom was unbearable, which was sad because I spent the entire time in the tub. Precious had to take two baths (while I just sat in the tub and watched), and then I had to take about seven baths with all sorts of crazy stuff: hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, soap, tomoato juice, etc. When I finally got out of the tub, I still stunk to high heaven. The humans decided to spray me with "Febreeze," and after that they sprayed me with cologne.
(I still stunk, but I smelled less skunky and more like any boy in an Axe commercial, or pretty much any junoir high schooler who uses Axe.)
Please note, I was sprayed by the skunk on Tuesday, and I still smell a little skunky today. The cologne has worn off, and I didn't get a bath today.
1 comment:
Yuck. I'm glad my children didn't get sprayed by a skunk. Poor humans- who have to smell and bathe you. Hang in there doggies.
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