Last weekend, we decided to spend a day with a picnic lunch under a big shade tree on an old farm. Not a big deal, just a simple, easy day. I made some sandwiches, packed the picnic basket, and loaded the cooler with a few bottles of water. I grabbed a book to read thinking my husband would take his Sunday afternoon nap on the old quilt I always take. I had a really calm and quiet, do-nothing kind of day in mind. I pictured a lazy afternoon with our dogs, a good book, and a picnic - nothing special, just a simple Sunday.
We usually take our dogs with us on afternoons like this. They travel well; they're well behaved; and, really we just like having them around. They've been to this farm many times, and seem to know their way around, so I always let them wander a bit - as long as I can still see them. But this time, Maggie got a little too brave, and wandered too close to a pile of old logs.
I saw her heading that way and I had barely gotten her name out of my mouth when she came running back towards us, making this God awful howling noise. As soon as I saw her running, I started running towards her. Somewhere in the middle we met - and it only took about a second to realize what had happened. Maggie had been skunked!
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The smell was nothing short of horrendous. There is no other way to describe it - it is the absolute worst smell I have ever encountered. It immediately makes your eyes and your nose burn, then your throat closes up - and your first reaction is to get away from it as quickly as you can. But - just like it is with your kids - no matter how bad they smell, you can't run from them! I had to do something.
First, I grabbed the hose and started to soak her with it - trying to do it without touching her. Nearly an impossible job, so next, my husband grabbed a t-shirt out of the car and tried to wipe some of it off her while I was holding the running water on her. I swear the smell seemed to be getting worse. She's howling, I'm screaming - and we both smell really, really bad.
It only took another minute to realize we needed to get home to deal with this mess. We threw everything in the car, including one very smelly dog, and made the normally 10 minute trip home in a flat 6 minutes. Even with the windows down and the air conditioner blasting I thought we were going to pass out from the smell.
Maggie skunked.
But at least the water had rinsed her eyes out some so she wasn't howling anymore (and I had quit screaming). We went straight to the barn where my husband (smart man that he is) keeps the stuff for the only skunk remedy we know. He mixes hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and Dawn dish washing soap together and it usually works. He grabbed a pair of gloves and soaped her up with the mix. He did have to go back over her several times, but finally, he was able to get most of it off her - and me. I had gotten a spot on my arm that had gone right through my shirt. My shirt had turned black where the spray had touched it when I was trying to hose Maggie off. Skunk spray is nasty stuff.
She's about back to normal today, but even after almost a week, I'm still trying to get that awful smell out of my car. I've used Febreze, Lysol, and a car air freshener. We've left the windows down, and the car running with the air conditioner on for hours and I still think I can smell it.
She still looks a little traumatized to me!
I will never leave home without the "skunk pack" again! I've gotten small bottles of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and Dawn and put them in a plastic bag. I'm now skunk paranoid and I'm not going anywhere without the antidote!
My husband thinks he's funny - he called our daughter last night and told her she could come over now - her Mama didn't "smell skunky anymore". Don't you know those are the words every kid has waited all their life to hear? What a week.