i may have a poor sense of smell, but i still get sick to my stomach from over exposure to skunk. apparently i spend too much time raving about turtleman, and not enough time paying attention to my hound Oliver who bravely fought off the stinky kitty rummaging in my compost pile. i could write a book about this one incident. i heard the rattle of the chimes, to scare off those who try to steal from my garden. that apparently was the scene of the crime. cuckoo suzy ran to be by his side, and smartly did a 180, back into the house... with strongest scent of skunk drafting. i ran out to account for all my kids, i felt like the bog of eternal stench had appeared in the center of my kitchen and swallowed it whole. was the critter in the house? no matter have to account for the kids first... it was not the blue dogs... hurray! but where was Oliver? i called and called. he finally crawled out of the rogue garden sticking to the outer perimeters of the yard. i knew my the look on his face, he may have won the war, but the scars of the battle were evident... drooling and sulking, tail between his legs, i corralled the blue dogs in the house and locked him out. got the blue dogs crated, searched my brain for my chemistry knowledge... do i attempt like attracts like to remove this horrid oil base odor; or do i stick with the more common acid~base removal system? as i gathered my supplies, we opted for acid base. (as if he had a choice) poured a box of baking soda all over him, after misting him down with diluted vinegar, then some diluted dawn dish detergent. a special shout to my friends at Stratford Petco for teaching me the correct way to wash a dog! well, he got 3 baths, i was careful of his eyes and ears.... he is so clean, except his face... and you know where a dog gets hit, cause they dont chase skunks by running backwards i had to tie him like tethering a horse, of course he tripped me.... i have road rash to prove it. i tied him to the porch, stripped in the kitchen, i am sure i stink real good, to another skunk anyhow, got dressed, brought him in and escorted him to the crate in the living room. yep he is banned from my bed tonight! if hes lucky, its only tonight! i must mention i believe there was direct contact. there appeared to be blood on Olivers throat. i will do a better investigation of the crime scene tomorrow, and just for shits and giggles, think we will make the visit to the vet for the rabies booster tomorrow. he acted to protect me, its only right i do it for him.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 02:18:17 +0000
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