Talk about a company that stands by its product...
I was saddened by the fact that the recent skunk spraying ruined Logan's collar. I wanted to replace it with the same thing, so I started surfing around until I found the site for Lupine, who is the manufacturer of the collar. I then stumbled across their product guarantee. If the collar gets ruined for any reason, including your dog chewing it up, you send it back to them and they replace it.
I decided to email them, figuring that they'd never go replace a skunked collar. To my surprise, they emailed me back and asked me for a mailing address and size/style so they can send me a new one, along with a skunk remedy recipe (the peroxide one I got from the vet). What didn't surprise me is that they didn't ask me to send them the stinky old one through the mail.
So once he stops stinking (he's much better after the douching), he'll be back in stylish action with his new collar. The style? Well, a big brown moose such as Logan should have nothing other than
So, go out and buy their stuff... they have great designs and even better customer service. I'm totally sold!
I have a stinky, depressed dog. All he wants in this world is to curl up on the couch or bed with us and snuggle... no way!
You see, Logan got sprayed by a skunk the other night. He took it on the side of the face and in the mouth, which made him start foaming at the mouth. That was really scary. We called the emergency vet clinic and they gave us a solution to use on him... peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap. We had to rinse his mouth out with warm water to stop the foaming.
Once this is done is where hillarity ensues. The list of humiliations:
I have to go to the grocery store at 11PM to get the supplies. Did I mention that by the time I did the rinsing, I also reeked? I get 3 huge bottles of peroxide and enough baking soda to absorb the Long Island Sound and proceed to the checkout. There was no way in hell I was going to cashier, so I went to the self serve checkout. The girl there walks up to bag my stuff and stops short.
"My dog got sprayed by a skunk." "Ummm... I can see that... Did you come in that door before?" (points to the door I walked in a few minutes earlier) "I'm afraid so." "I was just saying to so-and-so that it stunk like skunk in here." "Yeah, that would be me."
There would be more humiliation to come.
We had our house inspection scheduled for the next morning. Actually, when this happened, we were letting the dog out quickly before we got to bed early to prepare for our long day ahead. Yeah, right. I slept maybe two hours that night.
We showered and perfumed ourselves the best we could and proceeded to the inspection. The first thing out of my mouth when we meet the inspector is, "you'll have to excuse our smell, our dog got skunked last night." They claimed they couldn't smell it, but it's all I could smell. During the inspection, the inspector comes up to me when the seller was showing The Boy something on the furnace and asks, "do you smell oil?" "All I smell is skunk." I get laughed at by this man I don't know.
Later on, when we were going over the paperwork outside, it started to rain. The inspector laughs and says, "now I smell the skunk." Great... we're like wet dogs.
All in all, people were understanding... they've pretty much all been there. I think the final humiliation is to come. I talked to my vet, and they recommended that I use a douche to clean the dog.
That's right, I have to go to the pharmacy and buy enough Massengill to wash an 80lb dog. And then I have to douche the Moose. (I contemplated putting douche my Moose, but I didn't like how that sounded). Someday we'll look back on this and laugh as hard as you are right now.
The good news in all of this is that the inspection went well, so barring anything crazy, the house should be ours at the end of September.
After jumping through some hoops with a difficult seller, they have finally signed the contract. There has been some drama, but we're finally moving forward again. The bank should be doing it's appraisal either today or tomorrow and the inspection is this coming Saturday. Barring any other hiccups, we should close on September 29th. But with these people, you never know.
Holy crap. I'm a total wreck.
All of the aggrivation that we've been going through with the house is worth it, though. It's absolutely gorgeous. A quick tour (images swiped from the realtor's site).
The Front of the house. You can't see it in this picture, but there's a cute little fountain outside the front door. The house sits on 1.88 acres.
The Kitchen. It has stainless countertops.
The Living Room. It's actually a great room that also houses the dining room. The stairs on the right go behind to the rest of the house (bedrooms, bathroom, laundry, etc.) and the stairs on the left sweep around the fireplace to the master suite. Clearly, that's not our furniture in there.
We're curious to see how our beat up furniture looks in this very nice house. Keep your fingers crossed that the sellers chill out and everything goes well with Saturday's inspection!
I got this from someone from work and found it quite funny.
The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the winners from 2005:
Intaxication - Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
Reintarnation - Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
Bozone (n.) - The substance surrounding stupid people and stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
Foreploy - Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
Cashtration (n.) - The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
Giraffiti - Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
Sarchasm - The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it. (My favourite!)
Inoculatte - To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
Hipatitis - Terminal coolness.
Osteopornosis - A degenerate disease.
Karmageddon - It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
Glibido - All talk and no action.
Dopeler Effect - The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
Arachnoleptic fit (n.) - The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
Beelzebug (n.) - Satan, in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
Caterpallor (n.) - The colour you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.
Ignoranus - A person who's both stupid and an a**hole
Well... here I am, back to the grind. I'm in my company's Worthing, England office, so we're not home yet. We head back on Friday, and quite honestly although it's been a fabulous trip, we're ready to come home.
Fun and exciting trip details to come, such as jumping off of Alps, snowballs in July and the Belgian healthcare system. In the meantime check out some pictures from our journey.
I'm completely adventurous, passionate and neurotic...I have been accused of preferring the company of animals to people...I am a newlywed, married to the most wonderful boy in the world who loves me for who I am...I'm adjusting to my new last name...I cannot take a compliment very well...I worry, and I'm good at it...I love the way snow packs down under your feet when you step on it...
