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Posted by Deb H I go to work, forget about this until 3:30 when Paul calls to tell me Ramsey had “an accident”. Of course he has to do it on the carpet. He can’t stand on the tile floor and have it there. I tell Paul to clean up the thickest of it, get out the carpet cleaner and just clean it with warm water. I’ll deal with it when I get home. When I get home, it’s sort of cleaned up and fruity smelling candles are burning. Paul and the dogs are gone…I assume for a walk. I get my clothes changed put soap and water into the carpet cleaner and have at it. I’m down on my hands and knees using the furniture attachment to really concentrate on the stains. I hear Paul come home. The dogs race in, and a black one…don’t know if it was Scorpio or Paladin, do a drive-by slurp right in my mouth. Instantly I “taste” skunk. I leap up and say a few choice words, while screeching that they must have gotten into a skunk. As I lean over the kitchen sink and slosh water onto my face, into my mouth and up my nose, Paul explains that he shot a skunk. He didn’t think anyone had gotten close to it. I stand there with a kitchen towel jammed up my nose trying to get rid of the smell while “Pistol Packing Paul” continues with his hunting story. After I can breathe again, Paul does a nose check on the dogs, but swears he can’t smell anything. I try to do a “nose check” also, but when all of your nose hairs are embedded with skunk smell, it’s really difficult to narrow it down. I give up…go back to the poop stains and Paul goes downstairs. A few minutes later he comes back up and says it’s Scorpio, because it really stinks when he came downstairs with me. We don’t have skunk off….I don’t remember the recipe…so I stop the poop stain cleaning and get on the internet to look up the recipe. Find the recipe….fortunately have all of the ingredients. Send Paul out into the garage to freshen up Scorpio. He finally smells a bit better, I no longer “taste” skunk, but the back room still smells really strong. I wonder if the skunk had sprayed, and the dogs walked through it and tracked onto the throw rugs. I pick up the throw rugs and Paul and I stand there sniffing them to try and determine where the smell is coming from. He sniffs his coat…I pick up his boots and smell the bottom of them….no luck. Throw rugs are now in the washer….the back door is propped open to “air it out”. Never a dull moment. Remember to keep your sense of humor! Gotta go light a few more candles……
on 4/10/2007, 7:20 pm
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Tuesday morning before I leave for work, I note that Ramsey and Paladin have loose stools. I wrap an Immodium in cheese, because there is no way you can jam anything down Ramsey’s throat. He dutifully eats the cheese and spits out the Immodium. Talon eats the Immodium. I get out another piece of cheese and really smoosh the cheese around the Immodium…..he finally swallows it. I jam one down Paladin…easy enough because German Shepherds don’t care.
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