Right at dusk I let Emma-the-dog-that-hates-water outside and expected her to hover right around the back door - she usually does. Instead she hot footed it around the corner of the house. I followed, calling her, when she suddenly came streaking back to me at 121 miles per hour, every hair on her back standing up straight.
I picked her up and that was when it hit me:
SKUNK !!!!!
TWO baths later and cream rinse for her, a full load of laundry for me (since I picked her up and it was all over me - a fact politely pointed out to me by my kids next door who sent me packing when they got a whiff), and a shower and shampoo in tomato juice for me, and I think we smelled a lot better. Of course, the scent of skunk hung so heavy in the air that I couldn't tell if it was me or the atmosphere. The "incident" happened just outside my bedroom window (of course) so the smell even woke me up several times in the night.
The perfume is still so heavy in the air this morning that I have scented candles burning everywhere. So now my house smells like: cider vanilla, juice of orange, creamsicle, clean linen, and eau de skunk.
Today I'm teaching Emma to use the potty.
7 comments:
Sorry about the fonts - apparently they are reacting badly to the skunking....
LOL - George uses a litter box - great for rainy days. Maybe Miss Emma would use one!
Oh don't I hate when that happens...the scent tends to linger for at least a week!
I'm a weirdo. I actually love the smell of skunk. Don't ask me why. I always have.
That was one funny story! Just sorry it was at your expense!
I hd a similr incident... but i got it instead of the dog. here's a hiny to keep handy to wash in== baking soda, vinagar & dish soap.
ROFL at your story! I grew up on a farm in Oregon and certainly remember that telltale smell.
I came over from Neas Nuttiness. I'll be back!
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