@zande said in Question about that awful anal smell:
Methinks there is a story behind this ? Care to cheer us up with it in these uncertain, stressful times ? My imagination is running riot - what was the dog doing wih its head out of the car window ? presume it was on the back seat, looking out, and the driver operated electric windows without looking ? Dog was talking to someone outside the car and the driver took off ?
And finally, who got to clean the car up ?
I think you have it about right. We had just moved to Atlanta and, having a spiffy new car, decided to explore the new state. We decided to go somewhere in the south of Georgia, maybe Plains where Jimmy Carter had his farm or maybe Andersonville, the notorious Civil War POW camp. Can't remember now.
We managed to get quite lost (this was actually a thing before Google Maps) and ended up in a very small town which was holding a parade. Disregarding my DNA, I decided to ask one of the policeman stationed along the road directing traffic for directions. Since it was, unsurprisingly, very hot, we had all the windows up and the AC running, which meant I had to roll down my window. When I tried to use the not-all-that-familar controls to do that, I realized that my window hadn't moved and that my wife was screaming something about the puppy getting loose and jumping out. I couldn't see behind me at all, but in that instant I realized I had rolled down the passenger window on the driver's side.
The LAST think I wanted was a six month old puppy with zero recall skills running around on a completely unfamilar highway so, in a panic I pulled on all the rockers to roll up all the windows. I wasn't sure this had worked to prevent him from jumping out, and wasn't reassured by my wife screaming again. Then I realized she was saying the puppy was caught in the window. So I rolled the window back down and she grabbed the poor little guy.
I immediately went forward and pulled over, no longer interested in directions, just the state of the dog. She pulled the puppy into the front seat and and told me he had gotten his neck caught in the window when I raised it. He seemed to be alright and we were both relieved.
Then, OMG, the smell from hell came wafting out of the back seat. It was potent. Inspection revealed he seemingly lost the entire contents of his anal glands when he was being choked (I have no idea how much the anal sacs hold but there was a fair amount on the seat). The rest of the day involved a bit of a tradeoff. You could live with the small or you could live with the heat and humidity.
- Men have valid reasons for never asking for directions; and
- Leather seats can be really helpful when you have pets