- Published on
"A skunk is better company than a person who prides himself on being frank." - Robert A. Heinlein
We had a beautiful Christmas dinner party for close friends and their visiting family. Everything was perfect! The meal was delicious, the wine flowed, dessert was delightful. After dinner, in the holiday spirit, everyone gathered around the piano, singing Christmas Carols. The scene was marvelous - straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting or a Hallmark Christmas movie!
Then what to my wandering eyes should appear - certainly not Santa and reindeer. I spotted Grace, our Border Collie, on the back porch. (She was supposed to be inside!) I opened the door. Gracie dashed through the house, running right past the piano. Moments later instead of caroling, I heard yelling and shrieking. "What is that smell?" "Ewwww..."
Then what to my wandering eyes should appear - certainly not Santa and reindeer. I spotted Grace, our Border Collie, on the back porch. (She was supposed to be inside!) I opened the door. Gracie dashed through the house, running right past the piano. Moments later instead of caroling, I heard yelling and shrieking. "What is that smell?" "Ewwww..."
Yep, an unexpected guest for our Christmas dinner party had arrived. Last name: Skunk!! Gracie had been skunked. She must have mistaken the skunk for our outdoor cat, Sissy, whom she kisses frequently. No amount of pine boughs or Christmas candles could compete with Gracie's stench.
Party entertainment quickly switched to watching my husband bathe Gracie outside, near the front porch. The men all sat on the porch and watched, while we women (smart creatures that we are) sat indoors out of the way and drank large amounts of wine.
Party entertainment quickly switched to watching my husband bathe Gracie outside, near the front porch. The men all sat on the porch and watched, while we women (smart creatures that we are) sat indoors out of the way and drank large amounts of wine.
0 Comments