So I've been rewiring my grandfathers workshop for the last week or so (minus a trip to Duluth to visit my sister). Whenever I go out to his place I bring my dog Rosie with me, so she can run around leashless and come back home out of breath and happy (less walking on my part).
Tonight, though, she decides that instead of chasing rabbits, cats, and the occasional deer around the farm she's going to go for something else.
I wasn't aware that she was going for anything, and in fact I didn't see whatever it was that eventually transpired... but suddenly I see Rosie back behind a van rolling in the gravel... and taking mouthfuls of gravel and spitting it out over and over again. Then she would run over to a patch of mud and rub her nose and neck in that. I saw her do this a few times, ignoring my cries to stop, so finally I decided I'd let her be and wash her off later. At least it wasn't cow manure, right? :)
Well, about ten minutes later the smell hits us. A skunk smell. Very strong. I immediately call Rosie over, but I cant smell it on her... whatever the skunk had sprayed, most of the spray was upwind from us.
But when I continued to watch Rosie, I noticed she was drooling uncontrollably, and she kept pawing at her nose.
I called her back over, and sniffed just her muzzle. It stank, but not as bad as outside did. The poor thing must have gotten sprayed mostly in the mouth and (thanks to quick reflexes) avoided most of the spraying otherwise.
I told my grandmother what must of happened so it wouldn't catch her by surprise, and I decided I had better buy some tomato juice on the way home. I finish up what I'm doing in about a half hour and head up to the house to say goodbye.
Of course, grandma let Rosie into the house anyway, and thinks she is just sitting on the carpet... but Rosie jumps up on the couch and buries her head into a pillow. I go to get Rosie, and the living room s t i n k s of skunk. Great. The source was the pillow Rosie had her head buried in. I lock her back in the porch and give the pillowcase to grandma to wash. Some Febreeze took care of any residual in the living room.
On the way home Rosie kept her head out the window the entire drive. Even most of the time I was in Sentry picking up tomato juice. This is normally rather unlike her, since she typically just rests her nose on the ledge and avoids the wind hitting her.
After I got home I grabbed the three cans of tomato juice I picked up and dumped them into a bucket. I poured a glassful of tomato juice over her head several times and massaged it into her coat. Then rinsed. Then repeated this until I was out of tomato juice (about 4 liters of juice total). She hated me, but didn't run away since I think she could tell the smell was diminishing.
Well. After all that there was still a residual smell in her fur if I put my face in it. Nothing I could smell sitting next to her though.
So... I look at a calendar and notice she's overdue for biospot! (biospot is a monthly mosquito/tick/flea repellant). Biospot has a strong citrus odor that would mask the smell! So now Rosie hates me because she despises the citrus smell almost as much as the skunk smell.
She's recovered though. She has now not only messed up my bed, but has her head buried in my pillow and is making sure that I get the benefit of whatever smell is left being rubbed into where I sleep. The little bitch has a sense of revenge.
Before I washed her, after she found a new mudhole outside:
Covered in tomato juice and water:
Mostly dry and still tinted red:
Revenge part 2: