Sparkle’s nose is healing up — I hope it returns to black at some point.
You might wonder what happened to her nose.
Sigh.
It went like this.
After Zoey’s death, Sparkle and Harper B for Boss started to grumble at each other. In spite of our best efforts, it escalated.
The strange thing is that each dog is 100% fine with every other dog and every person — they just no longer like each other.
Fair enough — there are a few people I do not like.
Very few — like maybe four.
And the very few people I do not like at this time — in dogs, for example — got on my Dislike List because: 1) they cheat; and/or, 2) they are mean to dogs.
Those are — in my mind — good reasons to not like someone.
Apparently, Harper has her own List and Sparkle got on it somehow.
And then Harper got on Sparkle’s List.
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.
Harper B for You B Forgiven.