Recently Tara got the worse of an encounter with a skunk and had to be bathed with the handy skunk-gunk remedy I found online years ago. Held by the collar and hosed down outside, then bundled into the bathtub for the full treatment, she was a sad and sorry dog, with drooping tail and mournful eyes. But the remedy worked, neutralizing her noxious stench and making her fit for polite society again.
Not many days later, perhaps disoriented by her extreme cleanliness, Tara took a roll in some vile substance. The kids and I reason that without a distinctive odor belonging to herself, Tara began to question her identity and doubt her very existence. The malodorous roll affirmed her actuality. “I stink, therefore I am.”