Sheldon got skunked. Luckily I was awake early this morning (spent the last hour of sleep dreaming that I was trying to find a bathroom in my childhood church while two murderers were running from the cops in there. That church was perfect for scary dreams. It was huge and cavernous and creepy. And I had to pee soooo bad. (irl, well AND in the dream.)
So anyhoooo. I got up early, peed (yay) and got my shower/ready for work. Came downstairs, let the dogs out. Got more ready for work. Let the dogs in. Oh no. That smell. And both dogs ran up the stairs to the landing, thank gawd I had shut the bedroom door. I got the Skunk-off and called Shel down. He crept down guiltily and let me spray him with Skunk Off. Reuben would not come down the stairs. He felt so bad about the skunk smell. Finally after I called him sternly several times, while telling Shel he was a good dog for coming down, Reub crept down the stairs apologetically. He hadn’t been skunked at all. He was having brotherly guilt.
Now, I don’t THINK I got any on me. But you know darn well people are going to smell something when I go into work. Sigh. Talk about not wearing strong smells to work.
I better go grab extra scrubs in case I need to change.