Learning As I Go: The skunkiness won’t leave

Christy Bass Adams Guest Columnist I finished getting ready for the day, when a terrible smell drifted through the bathroom. What’s that odor? I know it…wait...SKUNK. I called for one of the boys to find the dog. Carter and I ran outside and the skunkiness hit us like a ton of bricks. But, where was the dog? We called for him and he quickly appeared. And boy, did he stink. My youngest had no idea what had transpired, opened the door, and the dog ran into the house, jumped into my husba