I really did sort of drift off there... not in a sleepy sense, but in the sense that I got so caught up in checking out other people's blogs (and singing loudly) that my mind kind of lost the fact that I have another blog entry to post. I am at a bit of an ebb as far as fun thoughts are concerned, but I don't want to go to my sponsor inputs yet (still to come: Barry Manilow! Sesame Street! Pornospactolotogy! And MORE!) because I think they will come in handy at three in the morning. So right now, I am sort of at a loss.
Inspiration, desperation, inspiration... looking around my room... okay!
On my floor (remember how I said I was going to reorganize? Yeah, Not so much.) there is a book called Bucket Nut. I haven't read it - I probably won't; I got it in a book lot off eBay. But the title brings me to my dog. About two weeks ago, Bacongot skunked. He's been skunked before but in the past we've dealt with it in our downstairs bathroom. The house winds up smelling strongly of skunk and it's pretty bad overall. So this time we took a new approach and handled the deskunking outside. Rod and I both got down on our knees and rubbed Nature's Miracle (that's the name of the deskunking solution) all over the Bacon Dogg. Rod usually sits back and takes pictures of the dog looking sad when he gets deskunked, and leaves me to do the work. But this time he helped! Shocker!
Anyway, we got the soapy stuff all over Bacon and needed to rinse him. Personally, I thought we'd be best off using the hose, but Rod didn't want to walk around to the side of the house where the hose was. "It's dark!" Ooooooookay. So instead, he went inside and filled a bucket with warm water which he then threw - not poured over, but threw - at the dog. He just splashed the water somewhat in the region of the dog. Since I was holding the dog at the time, you might imagine that I got a little wet. The dog got away from me a bit and just slunk around the deck while Rod tried to throw more water at him.
Unsurprisingly, the dog now fears the bucket. Too funny.