Skunked…this time not Stewart!


The days often start out in such a way that you have no idea where it is going. The simple, quiet day that you might have longed for might just not be in the cards.

Such was our Saturday. I arrived home after my walk with Stewart to find that our son, who was going to two weddings today with his wife, had already dropped off the dogs. It was going to be a long day and we assured him that maybe he ought to think about letting them sleep over.

I went in the backyard and wondered where they were. They were at the woodpile, something that signaled to me that perhaps there was something up. There was. They were searching like crazy and trying to get at the back of the rack, the area between the rack and the fence.

I hoped that what I thought I was witnessing was not to be. I was disappointed. We tried to get the dogs to let up. Stewart was not having any of it. Whether that be from his history with skunks or not, we shall never know. We finally saw the two dogs relent, and out walked a nasty, white and black animal. He sauntered between the bushes and the fence and walked the perimeter of the yard, tail held up high. I got the hose, asked Mary Kay to turn it on, and I blasted the beast and he high tailed it (pun intended), out of the yard.

Damage control set in. The neighbor came over, the one to the north, since she has dogs and knew what was happening from our conversation. She had the latest anti-skunk shampoo in hand. She helped us give the dogs a cursory bath. Each dog had a foaming mouth and threw up, making us think that they had a direct face spray. They rolled in the grass and rubbed their eyes as well. We gingerly washed them, especially their faces, as carefully as possible. I then contacted our dog groomer and we set up a time in the afternoon for a professional cleaning.

It is approaching 6 o’clock and the dogs are exhausted, having endured a skunk attack and a crazy day that included grooming. The beagle mix, Lucky, and the long haired dachshund, Mr. Wiener, are  now exhausted by the day. There is a lingering odor of sulphur, but thankfully, not on Stewart. His fur takes such odor in and will not let go.

Just another day in the neighborhood that did not exactly go as expected.

About Richard Koerner

Seventy something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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