(This happened last week, and I wrote the post and forgot to actually post it! So here ya go...)
On Wednesday night at work, I was talking to a coworker about skunk smells. I attempted to explain the horrible smell of a skunk and I couldn't. It's a smell that smells NOTHING like a skunk, and it gets in you lungs and burns. It's just horrible and it literally makes me uncontrollably gag. I said that Roxanne had gotten sprayed before and that I hoped I had never had to smell it again.
Well. That didn't happen. She got skunked on Thursday!
I had asked Vince to get a bag of wedding stuff from the car and he decided to leave the back door open when he went out to let Roxanne roam. I've told him five and a half million times to lot let her go outside of the fence without her leash on, and he always tells me every time that she's fine.
I was sitting on the floor in the living room and noticed that it was taking Vince a really long time to come back inside. Then I started smelling skunk and I jumped up to run to tell Vince to hurry and get inside. As I got closer to the back door the smell was SO horrible and I knew she ad gotten sprayed. I screamed at Vince, 'Are you kidding?! She got sprayed?!' And then he said he wasn't sure and asked if I could smell her. Ha. I could smell her from the front of the house!
I then started crying and freaking out and Vince told me to stop. I then yelled, 'We're getting married in a fucking week and I have so much stuff to do and our dog got SPRAYED BY A SKUNK. SHUT UP. Let me freak out.' And he said, 'Ok!' and that was that.
After a moment of panic I went through the motions of getting the stuff to clen her up and unlike last time she got sprayed, I was smart. I left her outside, poured some skunk-off stuff, and let her partially dry.
One of the nights I tied her up to the front door while I ran an errand, and when I came back, she managed to get up on the couch, on top of all my wedding fabric! Luckily she wasn't extremely sticker like the night before.