Puppy Love; The Gift That Keeps Giving. . .
A tiny dread begins to fill the pit of my stomach.
A frisson of fear fills my body as I hear a hissing sound from the backyard.
I openly wail now. I know what that sound signifies.
My six-month-old terrier's been sprayed by a skunk.
This is the third time in two months.
This is third dog we've owned and the naughtiest. He's oblivious to trouble even if it lay down on his bed and placed its head on his pillow. He burrows his head into the mud everyday and lays his dirt-smeared face on my feet as if seeking a reward for his impishness.
And now, a skunk.
From the first time he encountered a skunk Sheru (Indian term for a tiger cub) considered it fair game for fun. Fortunately for us, the adventure occurred close to home. With his usual brashness, he launched himself on the black-and-white beast. Hearing the roaring and whooping, my husband ran up to him believing he was in a mighty tussle with another dog. Tony jumped back just in time as the skunk crouched and slammed Sheru with his stinking essence.
That night foul-smelling Sheru wasn't allowed back into the house. He howled at the moon all night but even my daughter remained unsympathetic to his pleas. He got hosed with water and doused with shampoo four times before he was allowed to slink back into the house, tail between his legs. At that moment, he was the saddest, sorriest-looking dog I have ever seen.
But the puppy from Hell is still to learn his lesson, it seems. Invoking divine intervention to calm my nerves, I grab the now-familiar bottle of Nature' Miracle Skunk Odor Remover as I head outside to the ominous sound of yet another skunk spraying my naughty pet!