Oh, Loki Dog. As Shakespeare would say; Oh, shut the door, and when thou hast done so come weep with me. Past hope, past help, past cure. Only the author of the highest drama in my mother tongue is fit to describe this calamity. Living out in the woods and swamp as we do I expected Loki Dog to encounter a Skunk once and learn her lesson. I didnt think she would be one of those boneheaded dogs who had to have the Mephitic rules explained to her over, and over again. (Heavy sigh) I let Loki out for her last Yard Patrol at 3 minutes to 9 at night. At precisely 9 at night I smelled it--My house filled with the smell of burning rubber tires. Thats the smell of the fresh weaponization of an otherwise cute and harmless skunk.They waddle, they dig at acorns, they hunt small prey. They are no danger to 40 pound Aussie Shepherds. I knew. I just *knew* that was Lokis personal stench. It was. I locked her into the bathroom and assembled my most acidic things from the pantry--White vinegar and four cans of V-8 juice. Heaving the dog into the tub was unpleasant. Acidifying her was unpleasant. Now she she smells less of skunk and more of a Bloody Mary. She did not not not like having V-8 massaged around her ears, let me tell you. Especially seeing as I keep it in the refrigerator, cold. From my sniff test Id say that she really only got a little bit, and that in the mouth. Shes trending well in terms of her learning curve but she isnt one of those dogs who for Christs sake figured it out the FIRST TIME Her shaking off in the bathroom was epic, I had to change clothes and the bath mat will have to be collected and washed as will the tub...the floor..Her fabric collar. That bath was so. Much. Fun. .
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 02:18:55 +0000
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