The Dog Days of Summer

When she was very little, my sister embarrassed my parents by remarking “That DAMN DOG” in front of good company. But truthfully, nothing sums up this evening better than those three words.

As a result of running a 10k, coddling two sick babies, party planning, grocery shopping, and making a 2-hour craigslist run all on the hottest day of the year, Jim and I were tired. Dog tired, you might say. We had just enough energy to lay slothfully on the couch. Even that was pushing it.

I would also like to interject that it was a dark and stormy night.

But apparently not too dark for our dog to track down a skunk for her annual “stinking like a heaping pile of the stinkingest stink imaginable”. Man, do skunky dogs stink.

So into the storm we go, armed with 1 qt. hydrogen peroxide, 1/4 c. baking soda and some rubber gloves. Do you know how exciting it is to bathe your dog in a lightning storm with foaming baking soda? Let me tell you, it really puts that whole volcano science project to shame. You know what I’m talking about.

But the good news is, it works. And everything smells like roses again. And that’s saying a lot for a dog.

Thank you wise Internet for your vast knowledge of skunk spray riddance. And thank you genius person who knows much more about chemical reactions than I. You know who you are.

Now I am so kicking back. My dogs are barking.