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11.09.2003

dog? skunk? nay--skunkdog!

So, while we were away, as some of you already know, George escaped my parents' house one sunny day and encountered a skunk. It stunk up the whole house, including the clothes of its inhabitants (my parents), and they had to air the whole place after bathing George in tomato juice, which dented the scent nada, and then in a mixture recommended by the vet, which included baking soda and hydrogen peroxide and soap and helped immensely. Except they were afraid to do his face, lest something bad happen to his ears or eyes or he ingest some of this concoction. So, when we got out to claim him, he just had skunk face and slightly skunky breath.

We immediately rebatched the concoction and gave his head a bath, chucking the collar after discovering it was ruined and plunging his shot tag into baking soda and water for a few hours (it still smells!). We thought it worked. Until he dried. Still skunk face.

It's not that bad really, unless you get a whiff in exactly the right way, or get too close to his face.

Today, we bathed him again. He's so good really, but you could tell it was just making him sad at this point. We doubled the mixture and also gave him a once over with puppy shampoo, but his face--though slightly less--still smells like skunk.

We're hoping it will wear off. If anyone has any experience with this, even second or third-hand, we'd really like to know what you did.

The amazing, the wonderful, the sparkly cute until you smell him:

SkunkDog!

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Last night was the lunar eclipse so we stole a bottle of champers my parents have had in their fridge since forever, sat outside on their porch wrapped in a blanket, drank champers and watched the dragon swallow the moon. My nephews were leaving as we went outside to check on the progress of the eclipse early on and Christopher pointed and said that and let Parker look through the binoculars. Parker's reaction was basically, yeah, it's a dragon swallowing the moon all right.

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From Dear Abby's syndicated column on Friday:

Dear Katie: The man to whom you have given your heart is a philandering, drug-using pyromaniac.

You tell me that's not a novel.

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Down With Love is fabulous. Frothy and delightful, and I liked it much better than any of those Doris Day movies actually. Ewan McGregor was actually yummy, for once, and I was glad the turban had a purpose.

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