Yesterday, I took the dogs to the beach. Because it was a blue sky sunny day? Because we hadn't been in months? Because a bit of salty sea air does the soul so much good?
Um, no. Because Daisy got spritzed by a skunk on Sunday (at 6 am <--!!) and I thought it could be an additional cleanse to throw her in the ocean.
Yeah, not so much. Turns out, even if you have deep cleaned your dog and the groomers have done the holy grail of de-skunking treatment on your dog, the simple fact is the best litmus test to know if you have truly rid your dog of skunk smell is to get her wet at which point you will find out, nope.
It's still there.
What in gods name is the chemical compound in that liquid evil -- anyone? Because that kind of staying power should be used for good, right?
The saddest thing is I am getting used to the random whiffs of skunk I get from my wrist or opening the car door (yes -- I had it cleaned. no-- it is not free of eau de moufette). Oh dear lord, I fear for houseguests, friends and neighbors---- and Meri is arriving tonight for a visit and I can only hope (for her sake) she has a really really bad head cold and can't breathe through her nose. (You remember Meri, she is the one who had the i-phone that got us in and out of Rome and basically saved our lives-- yes, my total angel in Italy!! I am so psyched she put Providence on her itinerary for her jaunt across the states this month).
Do they even have skunks in Japan?
But, more from the beach-- off to the right the dogs romped and played. Off to the left, I saw a speck in the distance.
Yep. As I went closer-- there she was. My sweet swan.
I felt like she was there to say good-bye. The season of the swan is behind me now. What new creatures will be ahead of me? (and no, the answer is NOT skunk! un grand merci)
And now, you must hear me when I thank you ALL for the comments on the last post and for those of you who took the time to write me such heartfelt, gorgeous, caring, nurturing emails-- god, you just cannot know how far your words traveled. They traveled all the way to the heart of my soul and made me feel such love, such relief, such warmth.
Thank you. Although it's true, as anonymous pointed out in the comments-- the journey never ends -- but it does change and I am ready for fun, laughter and lightness. And I welcome the grace of wisdom that shines so much light into our days.
And the stink of skunk. The fact is-- even the stink of skunk cannot get me down. It can't keep me from loving on my sweet girl. It can't do anything but make me appreciate the lack of skunk more.
P.S. moufette!!! MOUFETTE. that is the word for skunk in French. Now you cannot tell me everything doesn't sound better in French . .. moufette! that is downright adorable.