I thought I would give everyone a chuckle at my expense. Here it is Saturday night. A nice quiet evening just watching the boob tube. I'm getting a little tired so I decided to let the dogs out to do their business one more time before hitting the sack.
Within about 20 seconds, I hear all hell breaking loose in the backyard. My biggest fear was another coyote had jumped the wall and was devouring my little buddies. I run outside just in time to see a damn skunk running right towards me.
My little vicious dog was right on its tail, but my little timid dog was smart (so I thought!) and was running the other direction. I grabbed my vicious dog, who by now was convulsing, throwing up and was having trouble breathing. I grabbed this dog and ran out into the garage and quickly threw her into the utility sink, where I started washing the incredibly horrible smell off of her. I used tomato juice, baking soda, baby shampoo, another fragrant shampoo, and finally topped it off with Massengil Douche powder.
I took a sigh of relief until I returned into the house where my timid dog was now throwing up, and rolling on the bedspreads, the dog beds, the throw rugs, the sofa pillows, and my new leather couch, trying to get the smell away from her.
I went back into the garage and did the full body shampoo job on the timid dog, and got her smelling just a little less than horrible. I then had to stuff the washer with all the wet towels, bedspreads and pillows.
With that disaster diverted, I could not understand why I smelled so bad until I realized that little SOB must have also sprayed me. I got into the shower and scrubbed and scrubbed, but that smell is still making me sick. Before you ask, I stopped short of douching myself but I really did give it quite a bit of thought!
Now I'm sitting in my family room where the smell of skunk is everywhere and I am exhausted!
I hope you all had a really nice chuckle, because I didn't!
I hate skunks!
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