If you haven't experienced the joy of having your dog get skunked, then trust me, you are very fortunate indeed.
Conversation with husband tonight while cleaning up dinner dishes:
Me: "Wow, can you smell that?"
Him: "No, smell what?"
Me: "Skunk. Pretty strong."
Him: "Oh, yeah, I smell it now."
Me: "Some poor critter must have just been skunked."
Pause, share long look with husband as we realize our dog is not in her usual spot in the kitchen.
Me: "Where's Tigger?"
Him: (Shrugging) "Tigger!"
Me: (Opening back door, shouting) "Tiger!
(Dog comes bounding in from neighbor's yard, somehow having escaped our fence.)
Both me and husband: "Crap!"
There then ensues wrestling match with pungent dog, hand held shower, 2 kinds of shampoo, and tomato juice. By the time we are done, the bathroom looks like a cross between a crime scene and a scattergram and the two of us are utterly soaked.
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