One lovely Sunday at the lake, the rain began to pour. Buckets, I tell you. So, in the interest of preventing muddy dogs for the drive home, we put all six dogs in the garage and closed the door. Somebody went into the garage for ice and came back to report that the furry guys had gotten into the garbage.
Oh geez. Well, it's better than mud, right?
Wrong.
Dasher came galloping into the living room, a smile on his face, tongue hanging out and REEKING of what smelled like dead, rotting fish. He came at me like he was going to give me a nice, big, juicy fish kiss, but before he could, I sent him to the bathtub for a detox.
Grandpa said he'd had tuna fish a couple days ago, and Dasher must have discovered the remnants. We all agreed that must be the root of the smell and had a good laugh over it.
On Monday, Grandma emailed. Yes, there was tuna fish in the garbage, but Dasher didn't get into it. He chewed a bottle of deer repellent and do I know what the main ingredient in deer repellent is?
Do you know what the main ingredient is in deer repellent?
BEAR URINE.
