Saturday, April 26, 2008

Re-evaluating gross

Lately I've been puzzled by my lack of odd and/or gross experiences. I'm used to having a "guess what happened to me" story in my pocket. And must admit that over the last few weeks I'd been wondering if my special Emily charm had worn off.

It hasn't.

We came in the house this evening after a day of staining the wood in our new barn. I was sitting in my chair, attempting to both pay attention to family conversation and decide of that slight odor was anything to be concerned about and if so, where it was coming from. I did the usual glance at my shoe bottoms. Nothing. Smelled my dog. Nothing out of the ordinary. I resigned to the fact that I might just be going crazy and headed into my office. That's when I walked into what can only be described as a thick wall of stink.

My brother's dog was hiding in the corner and that's when all the pieces of the puzzle came together. Suddenly I understood why the horse had been so intent on sniffing her earlier. It turns out she'd taken a nice long roll in a skunk carcass. Personally, I don't know what smells worse: skunk on the dog, or skunk coming off the dog in the bath water. Six of one, half a dozen of the other I suppose.

I always thought skunk would top the gross list. But now that it's all said and done I can honestly say, "I've seen worse."


TJ Preston said...

I bet you'll miss Athene soon.

Emily said...

Oh, yeah, I'll miss your dog. Right now she's sacked out on my pillows after a tough day of rolling in manure. Delightful.