[BrianR]

Last night, Dagney and I are snuggling and watching The Sopranos. Dog wants out, with a litle urging from Dagney "I hate cold noses there" so out he goes. We go back to snuggling and generally being teenagers.

Thirty minutes later, he barks to be let back in. Dagney repairs to the bedroom to read a new book. I approach the back door and encounter the odour of rotten garlic. Those of you who "commune" with nature know where THIS is going. Yes, Junior has encountered the first skunk of the year (his first, and hopefully, last). So he gets a (traumatic) bath. Dagney and I make a late-night trip to Wal-Mart to discover that despite the area, they do not stock skunk shampoo. Side trip to the grocery aisle for three big cans of tomato juice. Back home and give Junior another (traumatic) bath. Now, he looks and smells more like a tomato than a woebegone, skunked dog.

Next, my house, which DOES smell like a woebegone, skunked dog. I liberally apply carpet deodorizer/freshener/flea killer (allegedly, not proven yet). Also, spray a LOT of Febreze on the bed, blanket, pillows (he ran onto the bed when he got in the door) and sofa. A little more on the sofa. One more squirt for good measure. Banish dog to living room (only place we have for him other than the bedroom which was OURS)

We slept fairly well, knocked boots a few times despite the lingering smell and awoke this morning to a house that didn't smell as bad as it did last night. I guess the odour settles overnight. Junior doesn't look or smell quite as bad now, but he's still going to get one more bath after I wash his towel.
The blankets and sheets are in the wash now, and pillows will follow. The sofa slipcover is with the sheets, as is Junior's collar and harness.

This is NOT how I envisioned the weekend going, believe you me. I can only hope that Junior has learned to avoid the black cats with a white stripe and funny smell. But I doubt it...he's the dumbest dog I've ever had.


I'm thinking of renaming him Sir Stinksalot, what do you think?

Brian