Stank

Tomorrow is the day! This madness ends. I will wake up, take Shea out for a good romp, and then head to Cleveland. A seven hour drive, which I am sure will feel like seven years!

In knowing that Shea and I will be with Jeff tomorrow, I wanted to be sure that Shea was looking, feeling, and smelling his best. Not to mention, he was smelling about his worst. That meant that while I went about my activities of the day, big Shea got a bath. It hasn't always been this way. Jeff and I use to tag team Shea and give him a bath ourselves until we decided it was quite ridiculous. We could just pay someone and relieve ourselves of the torture!

So, as I dropped Shea off, I felt as though I was doing him a huge favor. I was getting rid of his unbelievable stink! He must have been able to smell it and probably hated himself for it. This bath was the best thing for him! And me, as I have to drive in an enclosed space for 7 hours with him tomorrow!

One other time, I can think of Shea smelling so bad. In fact, he smelled worse. Much worse. We were walking along, at night time, and I was throwing the ball to him. The ball bounced up near some bushes and as Shea went to retrieve it, something caused him to run in the opposite direction of his beloved ball. In an instant I knew why. A damned skunk!

The smell was so bad. Shea hated the awful smell just as much as I did. In fact, he was trying to run away from the smell. This led to him continually running in circles. Somehow the God awful smell was following him around. The poor boy just couldn't get away from his own stank. Thinking back to how Shea smelled this morning, I am surprised he was not trying to run away from his own stank. 

Luckily, all is well now, even without a bath in hydrogen peroxide and dish soap (we did not use tomato juice as that just covers the smell). Tomorrow, seeing Shea will not only bring happiness to Jeff's eyes, but pleasantries to his nose! And me, I can't wait to see it!