Absolute Home Essentials

We are not in close proximity to a corner grocer. Or a corner. And in 24 hours I’ve learned that we should stock the following items at all times:

  • Cat litter
  • Kitten food

Because you never know when some schmuck is going to dump a bunch of hungry, helpless kittens by the side of the road.

Over the years we’ve taken in the wayward kitten who’s lost his way — or has been booted out of a moving car. And so we are at capacity. Homes needed for these little guys; details to come.  (And thanks to neighbor Liz for sharing her kitty litter stock at night.)

I’ve also discovered that no house should be without:

  • Hydrogen Peroxide
  • Baking Soda
  • Dishwashing soap

Because you never know when your dog will be sprayed in the face by a skunk.

But if your dog does get sprayed, it’ll be at 10:45 pm, when you’ve been sitting on the couch watching Monday night football, and snarfing down candy for trick-or-treaters (purchased though we don’t get trick-or-treaters) — when you should have brought in the horses three hours earlier.

Standing in the barn I called the dog who’d suddenly disappeared and she ran in shaking her head, showering my jeans in a frothy white foam. It took a good 15 or 20 seconds for my nose hairs to singe off and my brain to make the connection.

My friend Hunter once said that fresh skunk on a dog smells nothing like the fleeting whiff you pass on the road. She was right.

I don’t mind the faint odor of skunk. It reminds me of sleep-away camp where skunks burrowed beneath our cabins. They were practically tame and never sprayed anything, but there was a vague muskiness about them.

Maisie’s odor was NOTHING like summer camp. The fumes billowing off her body smelled like a thousand rotting cloves of garlic. And the task of scrubbing her only intensified the smell. As I write this — the day after — she is tethered in front of the barn. We’re separated by a window pane and 100 feet.

But I still smell her.