the glamorous life of parents and pet owners

quite literally, my life consists of many things that smell at the moment. like baby nappies. but i love clay, so i don't mind those... and then we have dogs. dogs that decide it would be a good idea to chase and kill a skunk. a dog, which, i'm not very fond of at the moment at all.

cody got sprayed by a skunk and reeks. I opened the door the other morning and was hit with a blast of eau de skunk. groaning, I blocked her from coming inside and forgot about it. i have a horrid cold at the moment, and my sinuses are not working, but I could definately smell that. unfortunately, however, nick apparently could not. because i wasn't feeling well, i went back to bed for a nap. when i woke up, i came downstairs and was greeted with a powerful odor of skunk. what the...? I walk into the dining room and see cody lying there, completely happy, and completely reeking. nick is sitting in the living room, completely oblivious.

i open the door and point outside. "OUT!" I say sternly, and cody guiltily trudges out the door, while nick innocently says, "what?"

"can't you SMELL that?" I ask.

"smell what?" he says.

"cody got sprayed by a skunk," i say.

"i smelled something," he says. "i didn't know what it was."

men.

apparently, one of the perks of living in a city of some 200,000 people is that skunks generally avoid heavily populated areas; thus, my urbanized husband has never smelled skunk before. thanks to cody, now he has experienced that little joy in life.