I dedicate this poem to my dog, Clara.
Stinkerella
Stinkerella
kissed a skunk
And now you smell-a
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9 comments:
Not a choice, lady!
Also, poor Clary B. One of my moms said that we can use Massengill on her face and it'll help remove the lingering odor. Poor Clara! Poor us!
OMG, We are gonna douche our dog! Not a choice!
Hey, that's what I said! My friend Rebecca had her dog have a skunk incident somewhat recently and she told me that. So unfortunate!
Poor Stinkerella!
Poor little stinkpot! *eyes watering in sympathy*
BTW - found your blog through my girl, Neasa
i love that you can sing it in the little mousey-cinderella way. *stinkerelly, stinkerelly." ooh, i have a question to ask you tomorrow regarding saturrrrday!
Hey JPP
I guess we'll be douching our dog. fun times!
Hey Couch Potato. Tell Neasa Hey for me.
Squasha
I doubt I will sing it for you in a small squeeky voice at work tomorrow. We'll leave that to some evening with a lot of liquer.
*snorting about the Massengill*
Poor Clara - she's suffered enough, now she should smell like an Alpine Meadow or a Summer Daisy? I thought only hyu-mon grrls were supposed to smell like that. *suddenly confused*
I hear ya, Neasa. That is a product I vowed never to buy.
I know. The very idea of going out to buy douche makes me cringe. For reals, I'd rather be seen buying an enema than a box of douche.
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