Often in the Fall, our dogs get skunked. It requires hours of clean up. Our house smells like burnt rubber for days. The insides of my nose burn. My eyes water.
But still, these guys are so darn cute. And they rid our flowerbeds of grubs. So... I'll doodle a stinker or two in my journal for good mojo and maybe our beasts will evade getting sprayed this year. Sounds like a plan.