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The last post, 'Lazy Pictures', was not meant as an omen. I've only been lazy about blogging, not about everything else.
I've been busy at The 123 (go here to the main page or here to the blog for updates). Right now I'm laying tile (well, not really right now - right now I'm blogging when I should be tiling - See? that's why I haven't been around here much).
Maisie investigated her first skunk.
Blech.
Hopefully it will be her last.
S & I were on the deck late Saturday evening. Maisie was out patrolling, her usual evening dog duties.
"I smell a skunk," S said.
It took a few seconds for my brain to process what this meant.
My first reaction was to call the dog, but my immediate, second reaction, was NOT to call the dog.
Ugh.
The dog came anyway, wiping her face with her paws.
Then she wiped her face on S's leg.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, actually), S's dog, B, put a skunk in her mouth several months ago (maybe I can get S to tell you that story), so S knew what to do.
Here's the skunk recipe: http://home.earthlink.net/~skunkremedy/home/sk00001.htm
While I mixed this concoction, S stood at the kitchen sink with one leg on the floor and one leg in the sink, scrubbing off Maisie's smelly gift.
I lathered the dog from head to toe and left her outside to marinate.
30 minutes or so later I rinsed her out, and while she didn't smell like roses, she was tolerable enough that I didn't make her stay outside for the night.
Now, if you get too close, she has a faint skunkiness about her.
I don't know how long it will last.
