So, it all starts out pretty innocent. I took Bill out to eat because I just received my retro check from a newly settled contract. The dogs Jake (yellow lab), Buddy (our rescue dog) and Mikito (mistake #1 was naming him this since it means Little Prince in Japanese and he takes it literally) were home patiently awaiting our arrival. On the way home, I visualized the dogs anxiously awaiting our presence and how much Buddy likes to run around on our 15 acres (he usually stays within 1 acre). My first feeling was, "Ohhh, I better not....I smelled that skunk this morning and was thankful that I had put him out on the run...." Second thought was the talking myself out of thought #1. We get home, they're estatic and I open the door to let them run. Five minutes pass and I take some quick pics of beads. I'm going to sit down, have a glass of wine (hence the reason that sometimes I come up with names that are a little out there ;o) and list them on Etsy. Off to the door I go to let my little darlings in. Jake and Mikito are right at the door as always and I call Buddy. I call him again and again and again. No Buddy. This couldn't be good. "Not the first time," I tell myself, "He loves to run the trails." "I'll get started and give him a few more minutes." There is a knocking paw at the door (he serves as the doordog for all of them in regardless of the weather and it's not uncommon for the door to fly open when they are ready to come in). I answer it and what do I discover......"THE SMELL! UGHHHHH!" Why didn't I listen to myself? A few choice words from me and it's off to the shower, then another shower, then another....now a little cucumber conditioner.....Perhaps that will cover up what I can't get out...Needless to say, there is a REAL GOOD reason why they don't sell scents called Cucumber Skunk!!! The beads are going to have to wait. Another day, another lesson and at least for the next month, I will remember to listen to my gut instinct! Is that a piece of white fur on his nose?