Saturday, Jamie made his Confirmation. He took the name of St. Francis, Patron Saint of Animals. One of the things Confirmation does is reaffirm your baptism. And I gave Mom a baptism by fire on Friday night, right before the big day.
I’ve mentioned that Mom was power cleaning the house and getting things ready to have people over on Saturday. Friday night, after it got dark, I really wanted to go out. Earlier, Jamie had taken me out on the lead but I was dancing at the back door. Mom knew I had lapped up some water and figured I had to “p”. But I had other plans.
I could smell that little critter out there beyond the swingset. I just knew I could get her this time. Mom opened the door unsuspectingly, and was actually watching out the window when…
The skunk sprayed me again. This time, in the left eye.
Mom yelled, “Oh, no, not today!” and made a giant leap for me as I made a hairy bullet entrance into the house. I ran straight to my blanket and tried to rub the skunk off. Mom quickly attached the lead, dragged me upstairs to the big shower, toweled me off (that takes off most of the skunk oil and leaves less smell) and then gave me 3 baths plus a deodorizing face wash. Dad helped. I was wet, miserable, and sorry. Mom was furious and near tears, thinking of the occasion the next day.
Mom spent the next two and a half hours cleaning the smell out of the house. She wouldn’t let Jamie near me as she did not want so much as a whiff on him for church the next day. I knew I had messed up and skulked about underfoot, eyes wide and pitiful.
Thankfully, Mom knew what to do from the previous skunking. The last time, I had a chance to rub my face in the carpet, rug, blanket, towels, and bath mats before I made it into the shower. This time, it was just the blanket and pop! that and the towels went into the washing machine right away.
Mom sprinkled some deodorizing crystals on the floor and opened all the windows. Dad sat with his coat and hat on and watched TV because it was cold and drafty in the house from the windows being open. Mom disinfected the bathroom and turned on the ceiling fans. She took out the smelly Pine-Sol and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom floors. She sprayed Febreze all over. At 11:30 at night, she sent Dad out and then back in to see if any skunk odor remained. There was not. Exhausted, we all went to bed. I for one, had a droopy tail.
Saturday came with the sun shining brightly and the house smelling clean. Mom served up an appetizing tea when company came over:
I sneaked a pic before they confined me to my crate, but I didn’t get to nab a sandwich. Mom was still sore at me from the skunking the night before and she said she didn’t want me jumping all over everyone dressed in their best. They went to church and were gone a long time. Mom shared this picture with me from the Confirmation:
I am so proud of Jamie for taking the name of a saint who cared for animals. It was quite a day for surprises, as Mom told me later that when she was seated in church, she looked up and who was standing in the doorway of the vestibule with blue hair glowing – but Erik?
Mom says Erik apologized, and sat with his arm around her during the ceremony. Mom cried and cried and said what a beautiful day it truly was.
Congratulations, James (Francis). I love you! And welcome back, Erik! I love you, as well!
Woof! Love, Maggie