Yesterday we had a birthday for the dogbear. Decan is 2 years old and he knew something special was going down the minute we started preparations. We gave him a banana and a squeaky toy in the shape of a cupcake with cream cheese on top (his two favorite people foods) and then a meat bone thing, which, you know, is perfect for dogs. He loved every bit of it. To be honest, he didn’t love the paper hat, but he put up with it.
When we set the plate down on the ground for him, he pranced around and sort of looked at everyone like, “Really?! I get to eat off of a plate?!? WHAT?!?!” And then he settled in to eat his treats. We let him go outside with the squeaker toy, which he immediately destroyed, and then we enjoyed ourselves some root beer floats, because it was a birthday party afterall.
A while later, he was itching to come in (which is rare - he usually wants to live outside), and as soon as he got in the door we realized why. He’d been skunked. He smelled worse than skunk smell though. At short range, it has a sort of gasoline quality to it. I fired up the internet which told us how to get rid of the smell and then we whipped up a concoction of baking soda and dish soap and some other stuff. We had to trap him in the bathroom and lift him into the tub, and he really hated it.
It was like the dog equivalent of partying too hard and then having your friends clean you up after you’ve thrown up all over your dress in the cab.
Hrafnhildur Arnardóttir aka Shoplifter, Lonely (performance view), 2012, Synthetic hair and wood, Dimensions variable via C24
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