Our two dogs managed to find Mr. Skunk in the grove, and of course our 18 year old son had to go see what all the fuss was about. About ten minutes later I hear, "Mom!" I then hear and smell him walking up the stair case in the house. I quickly said, "Turn around. Toss all your clothes into the washing machine and hit the shower!" He responded, "OK!" I think he knew that he too had been sprayed.
He then gets out of the shower and says, "Mom. am I going to have to take another shower." I respond with, "Yes. After we give both dogs a bath." In the back of my mind I am thinking, this is 9 p.m. on a Sunday night, and this is not how I had planned on spending the last few hours of a fantastic week-end.
My Facebook friends are seriously the best. I posted. Good News: Skunk is dead. Bad News: 18 year old son and two dogs smell like a skunk. Within two minutes I had the remedy on what to bathe these dogs in. Garrett and I got out a big bowl and poured in Dawn dishwashing soap, baking soda and hydrogen peroxide.
|Skipper Grinning and Bearing It!|
The dogs were somewhat cooperative.Wally, unfortunately knew he was next!
I can honestly say they were much more cooperative with this big bowl and towels than they are when the garden hose rolls out. I am thinking it would be wise to keep a couple large cans of tomato juice on hand, as well. They smell ok, just not great. Now, if I can just get them to lay in the sun and let Mr. Sun bake the smell out of them, life would be great!
And of course, Garrett had to hit the shower again and we are now prepared for Skunk #2. When one skunk appears, there always seems to be another.
Last month the dogs tangled with a raccoon, this month a skunk; and I hate to even imagine what next month will bring. On the bright side, the sunshine is baking the smell out of the dogs as I write this; and life is good here in Iowa. After All, It's All In a Mom's Day, Right?