Tiffany and the Skunk

Okay, I finally am getting around to telling this true story of what happened to my sister's dog a few years ago. My sister could tell this story better; it was an unpleasant experience, but she tells it in such a way as to make you want to howl with laughter.

My sister Pamela had a border collie named Tiffany that she had let out the front yard one night to "take care of business." It was 30 degrees below zero, but that didn't phase Tiffany.

Pamela was waiting at the doorway when she heard a muffled yet abrupt sound, like a cross between a whine and a low howl. She took a few steps out to investigate when she noticed "the smell." All that ran through her mind was, "Oh no ... no! no! no! ..." By then, Tiffany had trotted back to her, looking for comfort and relief from her obvious attack. Pamela's dread was a reality: Tiffany got skunked.

The smell was so bad that she briefly considered hosing Tiffany off outside, even though it was 30 below. Pamela's compassion overrode her desperation to minimize the overpowering skunk odor. However, she had to run her heater at full blast for the next few days as all the windows in the house were open to keep the odor to a minimum. Tiffany received numerous tomato-juice baths over the next few days.

Pamela never told me how much higher her fuel bill was that month.

To learn more about Tiffany, click here.