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Little Stinker


I always knew it would happen one day. I hoped it wouldn't. Truly I did. But with three curious dogs and many, many wild animals it was like a train wreck waiting to happen.

Little Guy encountered a skunk.

Not that we saw said encounter. The smell, however, gave it all away. Little Guy always tries to be helpful. While I worked in the garden late yesterday, he hunted. He loves to hunt. He rarely catches anything. He leaves that to his big sister Sunshine. But he does so love to smell his way through the beans and corn, searching for anything at all.

I paid no attention when he exited the garden and headed toward the barn area. He does that everyday. I didn't even notice that he sort of lagged behind when we headed toward the house. But, oh my. When I closed the garage door and he plopped in front of the fan, the air got a little smelly.

At first I wasn't sure which dog was the culprit. The look on Sunshine's face was priceless. So pitiful. I wondered if she were the one. Nope. Miss Lady Bug promptly left the garage for fresher air. Not her. That left one Little Guy all alone in front of the fan. Stinking up the garage.

Things smell a little better this morning. Not being a morning person, I wasn't sure I could face all that I must do. So I put it off until this afternoon. I needed to paint a few things so they could be drying. You know. Earn a living and procrastinate at the same time. After lunch I know I'll be better able to deal with the tomato juice (on a white dog!) and blanket washing (not in the washing machine!) that awaits me on a too-hot-to-deal-with afternoon in the Deep South.

Anybody want to help?
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