You stink.

A letter to my boss at 4:00 this morning:

Hi.

I'm afraid I have to take an impromptu vacation day on Friday. As much as I'd love to give you a fun reason for it, I don't have one. You may find it funny though.

At 2:30 this morning, Mark got up to let the dog out. I woke up to him yelling "Leave it, Meika! Leave it!" We live dangerously close to Jefferson Barracks park, so it could be anything.

Well ... it was a skunk, and it was angry. Meika got sprayed in the face.

After 20 minutes of rinsing her eyes in the bathtub, I started on her first magic bath (peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap ... if you ever run into this problem) while Mark drove around trying to find anywhere open 24 hours near us to buy more peroxide. (In case you've ever tried to bathe skunk out of a 120 pound dog, it takes a lot of peroxide.)

I think the dog is clear now, but the house smells like the skunk died in here somewhere. (Mark is currently checking the backyard to make sure it's clear so Meika can go outside again almost 2 hours later to finish her business.)

I'm breaking out from the peroxide/baking soda/dog hair/skunk mixture, so it's my turn for the shower.

To wrap up, I'm not getting up in 2 hours.

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Teach your dogs now ... SKUNKS STINK.