Brent and I sat out on the deck after supper. It's in the 70's here - sunny and breezy. He is beginning work on a fireworks display for the weekend and the book I'm reading now has me so engaged I wanted to do some more reading. When we first sat down, Whip had bounced off into the tall grass. Called for her and she obediently came trotting back. Greeted her w/ "Good dog" until we got a whiff. She reeked of skunk - again. I mixed up another batch of de-odorizer. Brent is concerned about a skunk ruining his fireworks display. I'm guessing tonight Whip dispatched the last of the ones which took up residence under the deck last week. Think the fireworks display will go off w/o a scent.
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