Last weekend, I woke up in the middle of the night to discover my three furry sons had gotten in a fight with a skunk in the backyard. The skunk lost, as I discovered him once the sun came up, dead in the middle of a dirt pile. We think the dogs tried to bury him after they killed him. The house still smells from it a little, but the biggest drag is having to clean three huge dogs. I helped Matt clean Lloyd in the bathtub, then Matt cleaned Taco and Tav in the backyard by himself.
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