And I am not talking about being drunk!
Thanks to my dear sweet Bear I was skunked at 5:20 a.m. on Tuesday February 2, 2010. A day that will be remembered for a long time - or until the smell goes away.
While walking with the dogs in the early morning hour (5 a.m.), I noticed that Bear was looking off into the distance but was not worried as he is a very observant dog and always looks off into the distance. I had turned my back on him to let Sport and LeeLee into the house when I realized that he was headed off at a faster than normal trot. Duke was not far behind him so as I called to them to come, I also headed toward the side of the new house. I saw Duke come to a sliding halt and then watched as he made a quick about face and began running toward the house looking over his shoulder in alarm. I started to yell for Bear when he rounded the corner and was headed toward me shaking his head and snorting and I then caught the smell. He'd been sprayed! I began backing up yelling No... Stop... Down...... Back....... CRAP!!! He quickly got to me and was foaming and grunting and then slammed into me rubbing his face and chest all over me. Then to make matters even better he threw up on my foot!!!
Marty had heard the noise and opened the front door sure that I was being attacked by some crazed lunatic. I yelled Skunk at him and he disappeared into the house returning with his flashlight. Marty began to scout for the varmint as I tried to keep Bear away from the front door while simultaneously trying not to touch him and trying to wipe the vomit off my foot.
I decided the best option at this time was to put Bear in the dog pen while we rounded up the needed items to de-skunk him. As I was heading to the pen I miss-stepped and fell flat on my back in the mud. Bear chose than moment to stand over my face dropping skunk flavored drool on my face covering my glasses. Marty, thinking that I had discovered the skunk ran over to check on me. Finding no skunk he stood at a safe distance and asked if I were hurt. This was one time I wished I had died from the fall. Then cleaning up this mess would have been someone else's job. But I was not so lucky. I guess the adrenalin was flowing and all I managed to do was sop up much of the muddy water that has been lingering in that portion of the yard. I got up and got Bear into the dog pen.
At this point I had to make a decision on how to get everything deskunked. Knowing that the famous Tomato Juice bath did not really work I remembered a recipe that took common kitchen ingredients. Using his new iPhone, Marty googled for the recipe. It seems that we were going to need to make a trip to the store.
Thankfully Marty did not have to work so he got dressed and headed to the store. I in the meantime consoled Bear as we waiting in the dog house for Marty's return. You see - my sweet Husband left me outside while he was gone!
Marty returned and cleared a path from the front door to the tub and I then allowed Bear and I to come into the house and go directly to the bathroom. He mixed up two batches of the de-skunk recipe and Bear and I scrubbed down with it. After using the elixir, I shampooed Bear and the left him to dry on several towel in the bathroom while I showered.
This happened several weeks ago and I still catch a whiff of skunk just about every day. Bear still has a slight skunk aroma on his face and I have penciled in a bath for him when we have a warm day.
Just more fun from the Morgan home!
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