the couch has smelled of Stank for a week now.
And by Stank I mean
that low lying Eau de Something that hunkers around
and lies in wait to attack your olfactory bulb
when you sit innocently down on the couch to watch “The Office”.
I can’t blame the Stank on the Incident of Drunken Vomit in the Night any longer,
so it must be the fault of The Dog.
I also tried it on Lexi, you know,
just in case:
(this is how it REALLY looked):
If this doesn’t work,
maybe it is time for the groomers.