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.
1 comment:
I can REALLY relate... Tuxy, the cat, decided to get friendly with a closeup that got him a direct hit in a stream not a spray to the chest. He got the same recipe from us though. Like you guys, when we smell skunk we give each other that paniced wide-eyed look & we exchange together, "where's the cat!".
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