A Thanksgiving story
Permanent link All PostsTwas the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house a creature was stirring, but it wasn’t a mouse.
Trevor, the family yorkie, was playing in the yard, when a skunk strolled by and sprayed him real hard.
Poor dog let out a big, “yelp” and took off in a flurry. He rushed through the kitchen door in quite a hurry.
“Oh Trevor, what’s that smell?” I heard my mom yell.
“Quick Cheryl— move your caboose. We need something to soak up the stench!” “I know, I’ll get tomato juice.”
So I raced out the door and drove to the store mainly because I couldn’t stand the smell anymore.
Poor Trevor the only thing worse than a spray by a skunk is getting a good tomato juice dunk.
Have no fear, it basically worked. And at least for now, Trevor was in the clear.
Well, it was a Thanksgiving to remember and my very silly Oy! story preserves it forever.