An evening in Green Oaks, Illinois with friends.
Dinner was delicious, conversation was lively, and the margaritas were flowing. All were having a great time, until...
Somebody noticed that Cubby dog wanted to come inside.
Which she did, bringing a revolting, sickening, stomach-churning smell with her.
People screamed. Eyes watered. Everyone covered their noses with their sleeves, or just ran for the exit. Cubby interpreted these reactions as an invitation to play, and followed after the people and tried to jump on them.
The party quickly disbanded.
We jumped in the car and sped home, windows wide open, cold air slicing through the backseat. We arrived, leaped from the car, and proceeded to give Cubby a full scale scrubdown. Her oatmeal puppy shampoo was barely up to this task. I wish I owned a hazmat suit. I had to burn my clothing afterwards.
Questions remain as to the identity of the offending rodent, rabbit, or bird, but suffice it to say that it must have been a liquid corpsey horror by the time she found it.
We might not get invited back.
Woof.
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