Skunked
Middle of the night. Let the dogs out. Back in. Through a haze of sleep my brain slowly registers a familiar odor, an awful taste builds in the back of my throat. I am awake now. Damn it, they got skunked.
3:00 a.m. washing dog bedding, sprinkling baking soda on the carpet, dousing Moose with peroxide.
Remind me again why I have dogs.
3:00 a.m. washing dog bedding, sprinkling baking soda on the carpet, dousing Moose with peroxide.
Remind me again why I have dogs.
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