Sometime last week, my Tweeps were treated to a flurry of Tweets wherein I complained about one of my Labs. Well, both of my doggie boys really. My "little girl" Zena, the King Charles spaniel mix was surprisingly mellow and declined to participate in the K9 mayhem.
As we adopt or rescue our new additions, we usually never really know what their backgrounds are. I knew Zena's previous family, so I have some of her history. Scooby Doo was adopted from a shelter and both looks and acts like a purebred Lab. Blackie had been with his "Mom" since puppyhood but came to us after she was placed in a nursing home. We don't have any info on him but he resembled what I thought was a Lab/Pit mix.
Then came skunk incident #1 and continued, determined baying. Not barking. Baying. To the point he was losing his voice and STILL would not quit. I could not redirect him to save my sanity or his poor voice.
Of course I hit Google and Animal Planet's Dogs 101. Blackie, although resembling a lab, acts and sounds like a true hound. Once on the scent, it's like people disappear! He's loving, kind and great with my kiddo but totally follows his nose.
My little family was in luck because another skunk decided to come visit tonight. He/she was not deterred by the barking. Nope. I even heard the moment Blackie got it full on the face. He ran around the side of the house, stopped at my window and suddenly .. stink!
Blackie took a few steps back and commenced the doggy shake thing. Hard. So hard I could literally hear his lips flapping. I kid you not. Toss in some nose blowing in between shakes and there is Round 1 in the 2nd skunk battle.
Almost too late, I decided to try using my laptop's built-in mic to capture the incessant baying and Scooby's higher pitched barks interrupting the monotony now and then. You may need to turn your speakers up but I guarantee, the determined baying is there.
They'd just turned a corner and were no longer directly beneath my window. Eu de Pepe LePeu, however, was still there!
Moseying on over to the kitchen for a better sound bite, I find - to my everlasting dismay - that I simply cannot breathe over the stench! Nothing remained of the light-hearted, taste bud teasing aroma of coffee and donuts that had cheered my somewhat discouraged self not more than a couple of hours ago.
Instead, there was a dark, oppressing odor of burned rubber, permed hair, hair dye AND standard skunk stink combined.
You've been warned ...
So what is the point of this post? What do all of these words mean? In a word: nothing.
Quite frankly, I just can't sleep now. I do thank the Good Lord for Vick's Vaporub because that definitely helped me put the kibosh on the stomach churning smell that was now stuck in my nostrils.
The kicker here is that an 18 wheeler had a blow-out just as it appeared the dog's din settled down. Ka-blam. Thump thump thump thump thump. It seems the Universe was determined to not let me got to sleep early! Well, on time if I'm honest. It's not like I stay up late because of a *cough*Twitter addiction*cough* or anything, you know? ;)
Perhaps if I just stare up at my darkened ceiling long enough I will eventually fall asleep. I know I can't hold my nose long enough to warm some milk. I'm going to rest my head next to my gorgeous old cat, Kitana. If I'm nice, she may sing me a kitty lullaby (purr).
Wishing you much peace, happiness and success,
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