Better Late Than Never...

So I promised a good black and white dog story last week and then fell off the planet, but I didn't forget. I couldn't forget. We're still living the story...

It happened last Wednesday night as we were getting ready for the Idol finale. We had our snacks, our refreshments and our blankets and it was almost time to fire up the DVR so we could watch the show in it's entirety commercial free. All that was left to do was let the dogs out for the last time of the night. Buddy was first out the door with Pooter lolly gagging behind. Bart was being a ninny and decided to stay inside. Nobody knew at the time it would be the best decision he would ever make. Buddy took a right out the door and started towards the little house when Pooter had a sudden change of heart and came back in. As I looked up to see Pooter coming back in the house my eye caught sight of a big fat skunk "high tailing" it past the door with Buddy hot on his trail. Before I had time to think or run and close the door Buddy let out a yelp and came racing in the house trying to outrun the stench that had just be unleashed on him, rounded the corner, down the hall and under my bed. Everything inside and out had been gassed by the noxious odor of that big fat stinky skunk. Now, some could quite possibly see this as my fault as I have been know to every now and again leave treats out for the skunks. I do it as an offering, a type of deal I have mentally made with the skunks. I leave them snacks in hopes they will take kindly to me and spray their stink else where. What I didn't take into consideration was Buddy throwing a wrench into the works and break our peace treaty by chasing their King. Thanks a lot Buddy. The smell around this place was enough to make you choke for the days that followed, but the worst part was when I decided to vacuum the next day. You see Bart is a maniac when it comes to the vacuum cleaner so whenever I drag it out I have to put Bart in the truck first. If Bart gets in the truck Buddy has to get in the truck because gawd forbid Bart gets to go for a ride and Buddy doesn't. So both dog's got in the truck. It was raining so I only cracked the windows. I vacuumed and then got caught up watching Oprah and forgot the boy's in the truck for the next thirty minutes. O.M.G. I opened the door and was BLASTED with the smell of dog breath and skunk! Trust me, it's a scent you'll never get from a Yankee Candle. As the days have passed, the smell has wavered and now I only smell him when he's curled up on the bed at night, so I just sleep with the fan on.

So that's my black and white dog story and with any luck, my last skunk story of the season