Picture Molly the Satanic Dog frolicking along the golf course, enjoying her walk, sniffing trees, peeing on the fairways, maybe even sampling a delicious cat turd.
Now picture Molly the Satantic Dog walking behind a tree and getting a full frontal skunk spray from...well...let's call it POINT BLANK.
Now picture the entire Spatula clan standing in the driveway for two hours trying to deskunk Molly (and my dad who had to carry her home) with various potions cooked up by my mom from her gigantic Book 'O' Livin' in the Wilderness.
Domestic bliss I tell 'ya.
