It wasn't the beagle, it was the labradoodle (both rescued. Relax). So I made a detour on the way home to Beauty For The Beast and lathered her up but good. Even let her marinade in soap between washings.
Nu? I just walked into the living room where she's sleeping and the stench was overwhelming. Turns out this might have been a job for tomato juice, which I hear is good for skunk.
Meanwhile, it ain't no wildflower, but here's the view at hand. I realize animals in the bed are an acquired taste, but I think of Starlet more as a bedwarmer than a dog. In which case, there are none finer. Goodnight, all...

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