Saturday, April 19, 2008

I Am Walter's Father: Reskunkomated

I got back from a week away (at the IFL for a serious - and superb - course), and was greeted by Fran with the words, "Smell your son."

"When did he get hit?" I asked.

"This morning, right up the street."

Apparently, he bolted out of Kath's hands, and into the butt of a skunk, again. It's only been a few months since the last incident. I hoped he might have learned his lesson, but nooooooooooooooooooo.  Not Derwaller.

Kath did an excellent job giving him a stinkectomy, and there's barely an odor.

Derwaller is certainly a challenging dog.

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