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.