I wish I could rewind to this point in time. I would have gladly traded getting out of bed at 6 a.m. to take the boys out had I known what was waiting for us in our backyard. I do not know whether any of you have been unfortunate enough to get up close and personal with a live skunk, but I can tell you that it is not a pleasant experience.
Within thirty seconds Duke (our 90+ pound lab) was in a face off with a skunk that had somehow managed to enter our yard. Teddy (our 4 pound yorkie) quickly joined Duke in this encounter. Then I, being the bold yet naive skunk warrior that I am, rushed onto the scene as well. It was at this time that all 3 of the Malone men were humbled and disgraced by our outnumbered yet sufficiently armed adversary. We were all subsequently sprayed by the most foul substance known to man. With our tales tucked between our legs we retreated into the house bringing the undesirable scent with us.
The 2 hours of repetitive baths and showers that followed proved to be no match. At one point we even poured a mixture of beer and baking soda on the dogs. If you are wondering... "does that really help?"... I can confidently tell you... no, it does not. By the time 2:30 a.m. rolled around we were exhausted, and we both swore that the smell seemed to have dissipated. We decided it was time to call it a night.
You will be glad to know that we got our well needed night of sleep and when we awoke we felt that our efforts had entitled us to a nice Chik-Fil-A lunch. With Katelyn needing to run a few errands we decided to take two cars so that I could come home afterwards and get some studying done.
If you are thinking that this was a temporary inconvenience that I have exaggerated, and that we actually had quite the happy ending, I want to take this opportunity to tell you that you are dead wrong. As we sat in the booth enjoying our chicken lunches, I noticed that although we were dining at the peak of the lunch rush, and the dining room was full, there were still some open seats right around us. That should have been a hint but I thought nothing of it at the time. When lunch was over, we said our goodbyes and got in our cars. This is when I was faced with the reality that the horrible smell from the night before had decided to stick around. As you can only imagine the inside of my truck, as well as the inside of Katelyn's, wreaked of skunk. I do not know when we will rid ourselves of this horrible smell but I only hope it will be very soon. The moral of this story (if you want to call it that) is that if ever you find yourself or a loved one in a face off with a skunk, it is important to remember that you will lose if the skunk shows you his tail before you show him yours. The only, and I mean only option you have is to turn and run as fast as you can. Because if you stick around long enough to see his tail... you have already lost.
For the longest time I have held true to the fact that I will never blog. Mostly this is because I have viewed my life as a mundane and repetitive process. However, since Katelyn has entered my life I have begun to realize that we often find ourselves in situations that leave us virtually awestruck. Sometimes these situations prove to be quite comical, and other times they provide a degree of inspiration. We hope that in reading this blog you will acquire not only a glimpse into our lives, but may occasionally be provided with some comic relief.
