Skunked!

We had a visitor a few weeks back.  He's come around before and graced us with his stench. 

 Notice Shaggy laying on the chair nonchalantly watching Mr. Skunky Poo.

I love that cat!

This guy came right up to the sliding door in the back yard.

How do you think my terrier reacted???  Well, Like a true terrier, I say!  She was ready to kill it!  If only I'd have let out.

I'm going to KILL IT!!!!

Wouldn't it be nice if that were all that happened?  Why yes, yes, it would indeed!  However, Mr. Skunky Poo came back again another night, only this time we didn't see him in time close the dog door.... and Scruffy ran out there in true terrier style ready to take him on!  And she was promptly sprayed... in the face...  I knew it happened as soon as I heard husband wake from a slumber and yell, "NOOO!"  He grabbed Scruffy and I took her and started giving her a bath which she hates and makes her tremble.  I used all the proper ingredients, baking soda, lemon juice, vinegar, water, dawn soap.  Do you know that damn dog still smells!!  I have since given her three more baths, and even bought the $13 Deskunking shampoo and she has that smell on her snout and cheeks a little.  I can not wash her again.  It is too traumatic for her.  Husband was rinsing dishes and she began to tremble thinking she was getting another bath.  Poor thing.  The funny thing is, when Fox got skunked, twice mind you, we gave him one bath at the time and then another a week later using lavender baby soap and he was desmellified.  I know, that's not a word, but it is now! 

When Mr. Fox came in from his skunking and rolled his stinky body all over the bed we were sleeping in which actually made this skunking a bit easier because Scruffy didn't have a chance to jump on the bed.  

You know what else?  That darn skunk wouldn't leave.  He stayed.  Husband has a deskunking ritual of going outside (in his underwear) and hosing down the whole outside of the house so the stench doesn't linger.  He went out and the skunk was still there, just hangin' around and didn't care about the water.  Needless to say, there was no outdoor cleaning.  

We don't get a lot of sleep around here.

Symbiosis & Shaggy the Cat

Symbiosis - as defined by Wikipedia: is close and often long-term interaction between different biological species.

Yes folks, I know this is a blog about the dog but we have two cats also and they've been with us for ten years now.  Our cats are Scooby and Shaggy.  I thought it would be cute to give the cats dog names and theirs come from the cartoon, for anyone not familiar.  Scooby is Husband's cat and Shaggy is my cat.  They are identical twins in looks but have very different catitudes.  Scooby is afraid of his own shadow and Shaggy, well, not so much.  Scooby's fur is so silky and clean and Shaggy, well, not so much!  Let's just say your hand feels a little film of dirt on his fur when petting him.  Needless to say, he lives up to his name.

We've always had a cat door, which is now also a dog door, and Shaggy makes good use of it by going out hunting every night.  Ewww, you are thinking... dead critters.  Not quite.  Shaggy is a special kind of hunter.  He only hunts trash.  Yes, trash.  His favorite items to bring us are empty Marlboro cigarette packs.  He's brought us other brands but that one comes in most often.  Over the years he's brought us dirty napkins, old lottery tickets, socks, a bag of used hair ties, restaurant menus, empty chip bags and the list goes on and on.  I just love my Shaggy.

Shaggy with some of his hunted trash.

Actually, when the dogs arrived I noticed we received fewer trash gifts from Shaggy but he is back to his normal delivery rate and it seems Mr. Fox and Scruffy are happy about this.  You know Mr. Fox just loves a balled up napkin or paper towel and Shaggy loves bringing them home.  Hence, the perfect symbiotic relationship has been born.  Shaggy brings the trash and Fox & Scruffy tear it up.  I ask you, does it get any better than that?  Well, ok, maybe!

Mmmmm.... trash!

My Shaggy is the most special cat.  I know you may think that about your cat but really, this boy is something else.  I was never a big cat person having grown up with dogs but being a renter for a long time, I became one.  Shaggy is outgoing and loving and I believe he and Scooby are Maine Coons which is the kind of cat you see on most greeting cards, etc.  Before the dogs came along Shaggy would lay on me every night and I don't just mean in my lap, I mean on my chest, purring the night away.  Then it would be off to bed where he would sleep right next to me.  Poor guy has been displaced a bit by the dogs.  He has been a very good sport about it and not peed on anything as a punishment to us.  Cats do that you know, get you back for living in THEIR house.  They merely put up with us.  Shaggy, you are the best cat!