Poor Air Quality

I'm home.

The faux skunk (a.k.a. Buddha, the dog) is sitting on the floor next to me.

I AM NOT ready to come back from vacation!!!

I just got done giving Buddha what I am guessing is his 4th bath in the last week. Getting him into the tub is like trying to drag a mule somewhere where he has no intention of going. Sill, I managed to succeed all by myself!

This morning, my mom told me what Housesitter Son hasn't told me yet - that Buddha got skunked AGAIN a couple of days ago.

Twice in one week.

This smell is the gift that keeps on giving.

I'm wondering where the little black-and-white-striped stinkin' sprayer animal is living and I'm a little intimidated at the thought of trying to find out.

I could possibly live with the smell of eau de skunk for as long as necessary (not enjoying it, but there ARE worse things) but I have a gathering scheduled to take place here this coming weekend.

Thinking about skunks, the song below comes to mind - even though our little friend is not dead in the middle of the road.