Peeeeee-yoooooo!!!

As you may have noticed, this blog has become an opportunity for me to blab about family life as much as about motherhood. Well, have I got a good one for you.

Last night at about 9:30, our dog Shaggy, a bichon frise, got sprayed by a skunk. This had never happened to me before, has it happened to you? OMG, the smell! When I got a whiff, I came VERY CLOSE to vomiting.

Well friends, let me tell you, we learned a lot from this.

1. DON'T BRING THE DOG IN THE HOUSE. That was mistake Numero Uno. I have now learned, the hard way, that the smell literally tracks in. Bad, bad, bad.

2. DON'T TOUCH THE DOG WITH YOUR BARE HANDS.

Use some of these.

Or possibly these.

3. NO, YOU DON'T NEED TOMATO JUICE. First we tried white vinegar (I had heard that works, and it did diminish the, ah, aroma), but I found this website to be a godsend last night.

So Dave was "boots on the ground," as they say, and I was the rear guard.... my sense of smell is much more acute than his, and it was truly more than I could take. Shaggy was totally traumatized ("Why do they keep washing me?"). I must say though, that concoction took the smell out, and he went from slightly grubby to sparkling white.... the hard way.

While Dave, who had also gotten some skunk smell on him, took the decontamination shower from hell, I worked on getting everything cleaned up WITHOUT WAKING LITTLE MAN. OMG, that would have been the icing on the cake.

Bleaching the kitchen floor at 11:00 at night is my kind of fun. Not.

So at 12:30 we finally collapsed in bed. Shaggy was whining in his crate, but there was NO WAY he was sleepin' on my bed. Wet dog, NO, wet slightly skunky dog, definitely not.

This morning LM could smell skunk. I could not... to me it's a bizarre combo of bleach, dirty towels, Oust, Febreze, scented candles, with just a hint of skunk, um, musk. And friends, if I smell a little "off" today, now you know why.