We hadn't planned on seeing a professional fireworks show because the boys are still too little to go through all that hassle; being up that late, dealing with crowds and that's not to mention the 100+ temps. We moved to Arizona! There was a total burn ban including charcoal grills and no fireworks! In a salute to this great country, while also sticking it to the man, we bought some fireworks and lit them anyway. Let freedom ring-KA-BOOM! While we were doing that we heard the fireworks going off down by the lake so like a normal American we jumped in the SUV, drove straight down to the lake, parked on the grass and with the car/AC running watched 3 professional displays from our vantage. It was great. No hassle, no planning and no sweating!
But to get back to the title of this post, we had another night-swim adventure because the first one went so well so we had a redo on Friday night. There weren't any races this time around but we still had a good time. Around 11 O'clock we were getting ready to head in and decided to let Lucky out for his bedtime wazzer. I'm putting some last minute items away in the garage and I can see him going after something in the bushes. We more or less live in the country so for him to come across some local wildlife isn't strange. (I had to stop for a spotted baby fawn and momma to cross the road on the way to work this week). He ends up cornering this thing under the two steps to get into the side door. I'm sort of paying attention but it's dark and I can't see what he has. Clearly, it's small, like smaller than a raccoon, so I'm not overly concerned and getting pre-occupied with the garage. I finish up and you can tell whatever he has cornered, is getting more agitated so I call for him. Well, it turns out it was a black kitty with a white stripe down it's back. And then it happened. The most putrid smell on the planet. I mean instant gag reflex and I was close enough to hear it and get the full delicious whiff-effect. That wasn't a cute little kitty, it was a skunk! And this wasn't some charmer like Peppy-le-pew. And just like that, Lucky cemented his nickname Stinks into Wisco-lore. Oh, man does it reek. It's 11:20, our dog smells like the most horrific, rancid, tainted smell, just foul. The whole great outdoors was filled with a puke-your-guts out aura floating in the wind. It was cartoonish; so thick you could almost see it. We couldn't find anywhere to go to get out of the smell. The stupid skunk wouldn't leave so he was running through the shrubbery, under the deck but wouldn't actually leave so we were more or less afraid to walk into the house for fear of a close encounter spraying. Clearly, we did not need a round two. We got the message - golden retrievers and skunks are not good playmates.
I yell for Carrie, that wakes Q up, Carrie's mother, who had already gone to bed, let's us know we stink something awful (news flash!) so we now have stinky dog, relatively stinky humans from close proximity, screaming child and my mother-in-law giving the play by play. I jest. She handled Q like a pro, which means she was sleeping in the spider-man bed with Spider-Q for at least the short term to get him to go back to sleep. Carrie and I got the pleasure of giving Lucky, I mean Stinky a late night bath in the dark. Guess what? After all that - he still stinks. Now what? Is that you say toemato, I say tahmato thing an old wive's tale? I think it is and at any rate where am I going to get 10 gallons of tomato juice at midnight? We got over it, that is his new found stink mixed with wet dog and dog shampoo, showered ourselves and spent a stinky night together in our extra polluted honeymoon suite (the master bedroom). At least the pooch is on the floor. It could be worse right? I can't exactly think of how, but I'm sure it could be worse.
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