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Stinky Dog

So the night before last I left my dog outside overnight. It wasn't intentional. I let her out, got busy doing something else, and then went to bed.

How could I miss the fact that my dog was still outside, you ask? Well, she's old and has a tendency to head off to bed with the boys whenever it suits her fancy. Some nights she stays down in the living room with us until we call it a night. Then there are the nights when she's apparently too tired to chew on her feet for hours on end and will wander upstairs to the boys' bedrooms to pick out a good spot.

I wish I would have remembered to let her in. I don't know if she rolled in a dead skunk or if she wandered through the lingering spray, but she definitely had some kind of interaction with a little black-and-white stinkball.

So I gave her a bath last night. Shampoo only. No tomato juice or other homemade remedy to rid her fur of the smell. Yeah, didn't work so well.

So then I decided to try some Febreeze. Yes, that's right. I Febreezed my dog. I kept clear of her face and warned her to hold off licking herself for the next few hours. Considering she was still alive and kicking this morning, I think she listened.

Of course, the hubby tells me it's all my fault and I can't blame her for getting stinky. Humph.

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  1. Awww... poor Brittany puppy! At least she just smells bad and nothing else happened to her!


    I think it's spectacular that you febreezed your dog! That totally just made my day! I love you!!!

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  2. Anonymous9:11 AM

    I don't think that dogs are on the label.....wait, here they are. Under upholstry.....

    Very nice Krista. Very Nice.....


    WORK ON THE BOOK!!!!
    (Daily Reminder)

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  3. I have been working on the book! Fixes were easier than I thought they would be.

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  4. YES! I'm not the only one who has febreezed my dog...

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