6:45 pm: Fisher gets into the garbage. Fearing digestive repercussions, we decide to leave him outside until we retire.
10:25 pm: While viewing the first episode of Boston Legal on DVD (thanks Lynn!), the dreaded aroma of skunk wafts into the house. We gasp in horror, and as one, we bolt for the door.
Alas, it is true, Fisher and skunk go round 3 -- will he EVER learn? More than ever, I am convinced he really is dumber than a bucket of rocks.
Fortunately, we have on hand the magic potion -- 1 quart of hydrogen peroxide, 1/4 cup of baking soda, a healthy squirt of dish detergent. Even so, he is sleeping in the barn tonight.