My little buddy has once again had an unfortunate tussle with a local swamp kitty. We know that there is a huge, positively venerable skunk that forages for grubs in our lawn, but a few nights ago, there had been no sign of it. Ellie needed to pee before retiring for the night. I had already gone to bed.
Fifteen minutes out the door slams open and the unmistakable scent of neighborhood polecat wafted in. My friend came in, tail between her legs and guilt written all over her face. Never have I popped so quickly out of bed!
In a flash she was being bathed in Dawn dish detergent, then a mixture of dog wash, baking soda and peroxide. Lather; rinse; repeat. Still a tad stinky, but no problem: she can go to the river in the morning!
Uh, oh. River isn't deep enough even to cover a dachshund:
I should have known that, too. Earlier we had gone "fishing" down near Brand Park. I do not go into the Chemung unless it's to rescue somebody or some pet; I can't count on my swimming skills and wading isn't my forte with MS-disabled legs.
Three days of lather-rinse-repeat, and Ellie now must go back to her other home, stinky or not.
As for Little Pond, well, we are laundering all the linens, spraying the furniture, and will be washing the carpets today and tomorrow.
Pets are a wonder diversion!