It was just a matter of time before it happened. The fact that we've been out here in the country for three years easily stacked the odds against us. Still, I can't say it was an easy pill to swallow. I suppose, there are some experiences in life you can never prepare for.
Crossing paths with a skunk would be one of them. The intensity of it's aroma, how it permeates each and every fiber, of every molecule, of every object within a hundred foot radius is incredible. Just ask Callie. Trying to protect her family from the big, bad skunk in the wee woods she took one for us...right in the face.
As she barked ferociously and relentlessly, I had visions of either the man still wanted by the police from the incident earlier this year or a kitten hiding out among our pine trees. It never dawned on me that it would be another black and white creature of a different persuasion. General chaos ensued in the dark as we realized that a skunk was on the scene. She tried to come in one door, which quickly led to a different door with a brief stop inside her manger. Thanks to quick instructions found online she was bathed before the spray dried with a mixture of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda and while she has a bit of an odour about her, we can live with it, she is a pond dog after all, she always has a bit of an odour. The side trip to her manger however, must have left a large amount of spray covering her bedding so the Artist removed the straw and placed it in the fire pit for burning.
Never have I met a more dedicated pup intent on protecting her pack or more in love with her bedding.
~Be well friends!~