A Smelly Story

This story needs a little bit of background info before I begin…My daughter’s mini dachshund, “Doc”, was staying with his “grandmother” for a few weeks while my daughter and son-in-law were working on their house and on vacation. Well, Doc is spoiled rotten and unfortunately tends to be spiteful when not getting his own way. Since he tends to leave smelly packages around, he is exiled to the kitchen (where for some reason known only to him, he is good). Once in a while, though, he manages to “escape”; at which time, he loves to leave one of his “presents” in front of my blue and gold Rowdy’s cage. As soon as he is “captured” again, he is reprimanded soundly; a fact which has obviously not evaded Rowdy’s attention. Now on to my tale…..

July was our wonderful “potluck” dinner meeting (and delicious it was!!) and as usual, I brought Rowdy. He just loves going to bird club meetings and gets very excited when I tell him we are going. Rowdy is normally not noted for keeping his mouth shut (Hummm, sounds like one of my kids…), but this meeting he was unusually quiet; probably due to the fact that there were more people and birds than usual.

On our way home, going down Route 17, he was in the front seat in his travel cage watching the lights and still not saying a word when all of a sudden we came upon the unmistakable odor that “smushed” skunk gives off when it has just been hit. To say that it was overpowering is a complete understatement. All of a sudden, in the loudest voice he could muster, Rowdy screams “WHAT’S THAT???” To which (and I know that you bird people will understand) I answered, "a skunk”. Not having ever experienced this before and having only one reference point in “bad” odors, he screamed…”NO MA, NO!! BAD DOG, BAD, BAD DOG!!!”

Needless to say it took all my self-control to keep from running off of the road while laughing.

On our way home, going down Route 17, he was in the front seat in his travel cage watching the lights and still not saying a word when all of a sudden we came upon the unmistakable odor that “smushed” skunk gives off when it has just been hit. To say that it was overpowering is a complete understatement. All of a sudden, in the loudest voice he could muster, Rowdy screams “WHAT’S THAT???” To which (and I know that you bird people will understand) I answered, "a skunk”. Not having ever experienced this before and having only one reference point in “bad” odors, he screamed…”NO MA, NO!! BAD DOG, BAD, BAD DOG!!!”

Needless to say it took all my self-control to keep from running off of the road while laughing