This evening.
Dog sprayed by skunk.
Husband in bed.
Wife wakes husband.
Husband tells wife to go to store and buy tomato juice, but in the meantime, put the dog back outside.
Wife calls husband every name in the book.
Wife goes to store and gets tomato juice.
Husbands stays in bed.
Wife spritzes dog with banana coconut dog spray after lengthy and difficult bath involving pushing, shoving, commanding, yelling, shaking, licking, whining, more shaking, and a tomato covered bathroom.
Husband snoring away.
Wife sleeps in spare bedroom.
Husband and wife are no longer on speaking terms.
This. means. war.
Not a picture from tonight, but a reminder of why I don’t feed her to that damn skunk.
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Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk no!
It would be SO on.
LMAO That is SO FUNNY!!!!!! Sorry…but I cannot stop laughing…at you and the dog………and Mike in bed LOL
He would so be on the top of my shit list for life. Hubby, not the dog.
I suspect any divorce lawyer or judge would completely agree!
I’m sending this to my husband and watch him tremble in fear. MUHUHHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh my lordy. Your husband is so in the dog house (no pun intended).
i’m with you. it would be war in our house too!
She’s pretty!
Yeah, war on!
eeekkk!! What a nightmare!
Why the hell didn’t you send the dog to go sleep ON THE BED with the husband.
(pre-bath)
hehehe
Guess you’re not puttin’ out for a while, eh?
I would have sent the dog to go sleep with the husband.
I have nothing to comment on, except that is *the* cutest dog. I just wanna bundle her up and kidnap. Does she have pit in her? I love the sleepy look. The brindleness. Adorable. You can just send her to me if you get tired of her. *grins*
Sounds like something mine would do! I would be royally pissed as well for at least good few day’s!
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