My dog, Izzy, sure is cute, but she isn’t the brightest pup in the land.
So when she saw a skunk at 11 p.m. last night, she decided it wanted to play.
Three peroxide, Dawn and baking soda bath’s later I’m pretty sure she regrets that decision.
Well, I’d like to think that, but let’s be honest- if given the chance, she’d probably go back for round two.
Want to know what is even better about my dog getting skunked? I didn’t realize she was sprayed until she had been in the house 10 minutes. When the putrid smell filled my nostrils after letting her in, I instead spent my time trying to figure out if the tenants upstairs were using Nair on their hairy man legs.
That gave Izzy plenty of time to lay on two couches, two rugs and the carpet in the guest room.