Curiosity (almost) killed the... DOG!
I was sitting in our room last night, blogging away about Ali Jane, when I thought I smelled skunk. I asked Jeff if he smelled it and he said 'no' and then he sniffed again. We looked at Pele' sitting on his dog pillow and at the same time said, "Where is Cobi ?" Cobi apparently had a rendezvous with Pepe Le Pew! That's right! He had been skunked! I immediately stopped blogging, started googling and Jeff and I were off to give the first two baths of this lovely ordeal. We doused him with tomato juice, baking soda and dish detergent and hoped for the best, but the horrible smell seemed to be everywhere! As I went to bed, I felt that I was tasting skunk. Cobi (after his first two baths) spent the night and the following day locked in our laundry room. The morning was interesting as I couldn't walk through our laundry room to get to our garage. I kept everyone from Cobi , but the coats and backpacks were hanging in our laundry room and so (thoug...