This thread brings back memory's of fur baby's I've had that got into things. Like the time I was up in Canada fishing on a lake, we always took my black lab along, her name,Fanny. Anyhow, Fanny jumped out of the boat and took off for about a 1/2 hour. With beaver lodges all around us I was worried when I couldn't see her anymore. We are calling and calling her name and nothing. finally here she comes swimming toward us. We pull her into the boat, and there, all over her face and in her mouth and lips, porcupine quills. My stomach sunk. Out in the middle of nowhere I told my partner to hold her down, I'm going in. With a needle nose pliers I proceeded to do my own abstractions. I took nearly an hour to get them all out. Skills I tell ya, skills
Some years later, I was married and we had our nice little family, and a beautiful Golden Retriever . Her name Ginger. Well one week night around 10 pm. last call for potty. Ginger comes to the door when she is done. Hubby opens the door, and there stands Ginger, face dripping with skunk piss all over her main and face. OMG back in the day (1993) all I knew was tomato juice, which I didn't have, but I did have spaghetti sauce, so that's what I used. forget about it. We know that's not going to work. So for the next 4 months every time Ginger got wet, we were reminded of the skunk. PU
We can all laugh about it now.
Just had to share.
