Skunked

Being the semi-good dog owner that I am, I ventured out into the cold last night to tie the mangy cur for the night. I whistled and called, and a moment or two later heard her bark and then run the perimeter of our yard then across the driveway to where I stood on just off our porch.

“Good dog,” I said as I ran my fingers all through her fur and gave her a few deep scratches. “Hmmm. Have you been near a skunk?”

I grabbed her collar and we speed walked to the dog house; with every step the skunkiness of the situation increased and I finally realized that she had, indeed, been more than near a skunk.

Back inside, I nearly panicked: my hands were so very skunked I wasn’t sure what to do. Vinegar? No dice. Lemon juice? Now I smelled like a Pine Sol’d skunk.

The Internet?  Worth a shot, and MythBusters came through with a hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap blend. Not bad, although I definitely am not free just yet: When I was brushing N’s teeth tonight, she said, “You stink”–and she wasn’t talking about my breath, either.

Fortunately no one at school seemed to notice today, and the pizza and granola I made tonight tasted completely skunk free.

Whew.