Okay, so I'm destined to never again get to bed before midnight! Tonight, I almost made it ... planned the trip into town for supplies early, made a crock pot dinner, fed all the critters early, and even covered up the t.v. to send the message "uh uh". So my dh and I were sitting in our easy chairs waiting for our dogs, a Golden Retriever and a Jack Russel Terrier, to finish their evening potty break, then we were going to turn in ... at about 9 p.m. ... YEAH! Then I hear the JRT start barking ... no big, he's a spaz that barks at fluttering leaves. But then the Golden sounds off. DH and I look at each other and he gets up to check for trouble ... trouble was faster ... the smell hit us through the open window like a miasmic deluge from hell's deepest swamp. SKUNK. So for the last couple of hours I've been scrubbing and soaking with copious amounts of fabric softener one 15 lb., football shaped (the better to punt him, I say) little pea brain that thinks he's a pit bull, and of course MUCH more of the same for his 80 lb. "blond" side kick, who just can't seem to grasp the concept that the JRT NEVER HAS GOOD IDEAS! I can ALMOST forgive her. This is her first experience with a skunk, but the JRT?!! This has got to be at least the 5TH TIME the little (*&^% has tangled with one. I swear, next time I'm just going to run him through the washing machine! Now will someone please tell me .... WHY do I have dogs?!