Yesterday morning my dog proved, once and for all, the theory that an extra big head means you are extra stupid by getting sprayed in the face by a skunk. AGAIN! You would think after the first time and all the swearing, crying, nose running, bathing and vomiting (mostly by me, I'll admit, but still) he would have learned his lesson. But no, he will insist on chasing skunks. Previously on our walk, he didn't even notice the racoon mommy and her five little racoons. I would have been fine with him chasing them. Ok, not really, but at least they don't make you stink. He walked right by the racoons without noticing them, but the skunks he can see from a mile away. And we took a totally different route than the first time he got sprayed.
I am pretty sure my boss would think I was making this up as a reason not to come in to work -"You got sprayed by a skunk twice in less than 2 weeks, come on" - if the whole office couldn't smell me coming. that's the thing about skunk spray, it lingers. No matter how often you bathe or wash your clothes, it lingers. My first comment upon getting in to the office now is "Can you smell me"?
Since my dog seems incapeable of not running after skunks, I have no doubt you will be seeihng variations of this post until all the skunks are hibernating - they do hibernate, right?
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