Who Me?

Dana and Jim are taking Peter to school at UC Santa Barbara. We are taking care of Blake. While they were enjoying dinner with both boys in San Luis Obispo* where Will is a junior at Cal Poly,  Blake was chasing a skunk with the inevitable results....

Ozzie, having been through the same experience more than once, took one look, or more likely one whiff, and headed back inside. Blake was rolling in the dirt with OilMan in hot pursuit lest he get inside through the dog door, while I prepared the skunk antidote...a quart of hydrogen peroxide, a quarter cup of baking soda and a squirt of Dawn dish soap. It was pitch dark and Blake, being black, tends to disappear into the shadows. We stumbled around calling him but he was too intent on scraping off his face to answer...

We finally got him rinsed, hosed and leashed for the walk we had set out on before the mayhem. But where was Ozzie? I found him, after two complete circuits of the house, in our bathroom! He never goes in there and I never thought to look for him in there.

I took the picture this morning of Blake in our one living room chair after spending the night in his crate and his third bath. He still smells of skunk, as does the chair and the entire house, but he has long since forgotten the whole experience and can’t understand why we keep shouting at him.

Despite the fact that he remained above the fray, Ozzie hasn’t forgotten. He is reluctant to come out of the bathroom and refuses to use the stairs by the back door.

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