by cheri sabraw
Until Dinah met a skunk last Sunday night, I had planned to have a dog living with me until I was no longer living.
Even my secret recipe–the one with 1 pt. of hydrogen peroxide, 1/2 c. of baking soda, and 1 T of dish washing liquid–didn’t work. You see, the skunk and Dinah must have been square dancing and just before the allemande left part, the skunk…well…she had had enough of Dinah’s cutting corners, going crazy, and sniffing (instead of focusing on the square dance and the skunk’s cute little black and white dress)so Ms. Skunk applied more perfume to the air and to Dinah’s face.
Well!! What an insult. Stunned and stinky, Dinah ran to the only person on the property with animal sympathy–me.
So there you have it. I won’t bore you with the usual predictable details of the putrid smell, the ceremonial bath, and of her banishment from the home. Instead, I will regale you with four photos from Carmel and Pebble Beach.
We met several dogs in Carmel while visiting there last weekend.
On to Pebble Beach to visit the famous 18th hole and then for a walk by the Monterey Pines and an alluring pathway.
That is what you get for sticking your nose where you have no business to.
!8th hole? I thought the 19th was the most frequented hole on a golf course. They must have Chardonnay in there, Pebble Beach being Pebble Beach.
Oh yes, Paul. How you know me! I took that picture from the 19th hole and yes, I did have a little chardonnay. After all, it had been a rough day wandering around Carmel.
Nature’s Miracle is the best for removing skunk… Skunks often danced with Maxwell and like you I was the one he came to.
Beautiful pics!
Brighid! Always wonderful when you pop in. Yes. Nature’s Miracle. I will buy a gallon.
Although Dinah is not allowed out off her leash at night anymore. Hope you and your Scottie are fine.
Gus, my Scottie was hit & killed on the road, sad days. Sure miss that little guy with the big attitude.
I am very sorry to learn this Brighid. ;(
He sounded like a splendid dog.
Ah! The joys of country living! Poor Dinah!
That and the little creek, hungry deer, stalking bobcats, and my favorite–the sound of the night owls hooting to each other across the meadow.
I see the footpath and smell the alluring perfume of the pines.
I’m glad I can’t smell the skunk from here, though.
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The aroma lingers, Richard, out on the lawn where the deed was done.
It was a mighty blast.
The dog’s nose is rubbed raw, her black lips now reddish, and the skin around her eyes–gone. But the sad result of this nasty encounter is that given the opportunity to square-dance with that little lady again, Dinah would do it.
Dinah has unresolved issues with a significant figure from her early puppyhood.
Was her dam a border collie?
What a worry for you.
Looking at your picture of Pebble Beach and its expanse of water, then looking at the picture of the pine-trees, I thought: mmmm, Across The River And Into The Trees.
Odd how the mind works……..
I’m sure you have seen Carmel, Pebble Beach, and Monterey, Christopher. Right? Then you know the beauty of the place. No wonder Steinbeck found some inspiration there.
How are you?
Wau-wau (say: vow-vow). That’s German for “woof.”
If I had taken a photo of every dog I saw the day we were in Carmel, I’d have had to post 50 pictures. My what a dog town.