Did you ever notice how words, even though they are just a relatively short group of letters, have such power over us? This past week some of my least favorite words were biopsy, tumor, surgery, specialist – well, you get the idea. My stomach churned with fear, time kind of stopped and everything was bleak.
Then just as suddenly all was right again as we heard all clear, extremely lucky and laparoscopic! We were on a roller coaster of emotion, with the diagnosis changing from possible Stage 4 to not even a tumor. Leaving hubby to rest, I triumphantly drove home from the hospital 30 miles away to eat and let the dogs out and just as quickly my least favorite words changed to dog and skunk and spray!
After the peroxide, baking soda and dish soap sudsing, followed by another bath with pet shampoo, my Norwegian Elkhound, Inga, kind of resembles a cotton ball. Hubby is home from the hospital, not fully recovered but well on his way to feeling better.
I’ve been cleaning with a vengeance to rid the place of any lingering smell — vacuuming, mopping and setting out small dishes of vinegar to absorb the odors. So now my house smells only faintly like a skunk dyeing Easter eggs <grin>
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Months, years, an eternity after Satchel the Wonder Dog got sprayed by a skunk…whenever he got wet the area of impact would still faintly stink of it. All about the ears and eyes. Just awful.
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It is a smell unlike any other 🙂