There you go — we now have our own version of Fight Club. And while we are not supposed to talk about Fight Club, it happened in the kitchen a few weeks back.
All I can say in my defense is that I panicked — and Dear Husband aided and abetted my stupidity.
I yelled for bear spray, he handed it over, and I blasted the combatants.
In the kitchen.
Let me assure you that should you ever need to prevent a mother grizzly bear from attacking as you attempt to sneak off with one of her cubs, go ahead and use that bear spray with 100% confidence.
I will spare you from graphic descriptions of the misery that ensued but I promise the humans were well-punished for their poor choices — for days and days.
The dogs, completely uninjured from their kitchen brawl, were quickly escorted to separate yards where they frantically rolled in an effort to try and rid themselves of the oily orange stuff. Sparkle either rubbed her nose raw doing that and/or the bear spray irritated her nose — maybe both. But that is what happened to her nose: bear spray.
FYI — giving a bath to a bear sprayed dog (use Dawn dishwashing soap or better yet — don’t bear spray your dog) is like getting the bear spray in your face all over again. More punishment for the human’s stupid decision.
It has taken me some time to share this misadventure as I confess to considerable shame and embarrassment over the incident — but there you go.
Humans make mistakes.
And dogs teach us valuable lesson about forgiveness.