Another day in the life of a dog owner as told by Isabel:
Willie went to the 50th reunion of his Hastings Law School class – I realize I am married to a very old man – and came home at midnight. Our dogs Dulce and Olivia needed to pee, so Willie opened the door and they ran into the garden. Unfortunately there was skunk digging peacefully up our lawn. Dulce tried to attack it, thinking it was a squirrel, and got sprayed in the face. Now, you have to understand, Dulce may be an ordinary little mutt, but she has a refined soul and is very allergic. She ran screaming into the house, her eyes shut, her muzzle crimson, and rubbed her body on the rug, the couch and finally on our bed before we could catch her. We had heard that tomato sauce is the answer to this kind of crisis but it only made things worse. Finally Willie got in the shower with her while I tried to clean up the mess and ventilate the house. Willie’s sense of smell is almost nil, so he didn’t suffer much, but I pride myself of having a hound’s nose. I will be camping on somebody’s couch for a while with Olivia, while Willie stays with Dulce in the house. Does anybody know how long it may take for the skunk smell to dissipate or for human to learn to appreciate it?