At 5:00 this morning, I woke up to Sammy barking incessantly. I finally went downstairs when I couldn't take anymore of it to find Michael with a piece of cheese in his hands and a look of desperation on his face. And then I hear the word skunk. Still in my bathrobe, I grab the cheese from his hands and trudge outside to ever-so-calmly coax Sammy back inside. Finally, with Michael on one side of the shed and me on the other, we got her! I headed straight the tub with her, which she gave me a few nice looks for, but eventually got her cleaned up. The house still has the faint pepe le pew odor, but it's fading.
On a positive Sammy note, we are successfully working on her staying inside by herself when we're gone. In the past, she's been crated or outside, but now that it's getting cold again, I hate to keep her outside and I wanted to try and do away with the crate. She has some anxiety when we leave which has lessened as she ages, so I thought why not. We started with 15 minutes and built on that. She's up to 4 hours with no damage to the house or its furnishings. I am very excited about this development! I think my big girl is ready to be a real house dog all the time!
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"I finally went downstairs when I couldn't take anymore of it to find Michael with a piece of cheese in his hands and a look of desperation on his face." - this part cracked me up so much, just cause i could see the mental image in my head.
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