The Pants just got skunked on the front doorstep. In a blaze of genius, the husband-type BROUGHT HER DIRECTLY FROM THE SKUNK’S FLAMING ASS INTO THE HOUSE. Not just into the house, ohhhhhh noooooo, into the house and shuffled her straight through the bedroom (you know, where we’re going to try to SLEEP tonight) and into the bathroom. You know, the one we get to take a shower in tomorrow morning.
I made up a batch of Skunk-B-Gone, we’ll see how well it works. Art is bathing her as I type. My eyes are watering, it smells so bad. He who allowed it, gets to bath it. It’s luck of the draw. It could have just as easily been me having to hunker down in the shower with a stank ass skunk dog. As luck had it, I was curled up in bed with a good book. Not anymore.
I cannot believe my typicaly very smart husband brought the dog IN. THE. HOUSE.
cheese. and. rice.