Max is taking his new "Country Dog" status a little too far. We have had two encounters with wild animals in the last week - not something that I'm thrilled about. Last Thursday, as I was in the middle of decorating 60 cupcakes with spiders for my office, Max went outside and encountered a SKUNK. That's right, the smelliest of all animals. We knew right away when he came back into the house. He went right into the bath tub and had a series of treatments. First a regular bath, which I knew wasn't going to do much, then a mixture of peroxide, baking soda and dish soap (which was fairly helpful) and then a follow up of white vinegar. This hour and a half spa session resulted in a less smelly and bearable Max. I will give him credit for being really good in the bath tub. He's still a little smelly if you get too close to his face, but he is very much improved.
Last night he decided to take another jaunt around the house in the dark by himself. I called him and he wouldn't come so I set out to see what he was up to. I found him barking at an opossum in the back yard. I thought it was dead and didn't want him rolling in it (another endearing thing he has done in the past). I went back out with my Dad about an hour later to remove the dead animal and it was gone - thus the saying "Playing Opossum." Which means that I was two feet from a live opossum - double yuck!
Thus the adventurs of Max, the country dog, continue.
