Oh what a night

We always celebrate the bond with animals on our show, and we talk a lot about the many joys of sharing life with animals. But I had to laugh at myself the other night when I got a major dose of the other side of the equation.
Everyone with a dog has had the experience of coming home and immediately having that unmistakable odor of “accident” hitting you as you walk in the front door. Believe me, when an Irish wolfhound like Sage goes to the bathroom in the house, it’s a BIG accident.
So instead of cooking supper, I opened the windows, got out the buckets, and mopped. And mopped.
Then I fed the dogs their evening meal, and took them out for their regular romp. Somewhere in the open field, Tally rolled in what we believe was coyote urine. We smelled her approaching before we saw her. Wow. No wonder gardening shops sell the stuff in bottles to keep animals out of your flowers and vegetables. Very intense. (Gag.)
So we went home and I gave her a bath by moonlight in the front yard.
It’s all part of the deal, isn’t it? And nothing that a little soap and water (and patience) can’t take care of. Besides, you get to brag about it to your fellow dog lovers the next day. Right?