Peanut the dog did the best she could to get rid of the skunk spray from her coat, rolling from the melting snow into the mud. I didn’t see her do this, but the evidence was there. She was some sight, the dirtiest she’s ever been with the lingering odor that told the rest of the story.
It is quite unfortunate that Peanut the dog doesn’t like the bath and that I am not an experienced dog handler. It was a case of in the tub, out of the tub, shaking out the muddy water all over the tiny bathroom, in the tiny farmhouse, then for her to be yanked back into the tub, with the steps above repeated again and again and again. As she got cleaned, I got dirty, soaked from the waist down in muddy skunked water. We weren’t happy.
Fortunately, when I reached the state of exhaustion from wrestling with the dog, as clean as she could be with the repeated drags back into the tub. Matthew arrived for the drying detail.
This morning I woke to find the blacked walls, cabinets, fixtures, and floor, were back to their original colors, all that remained were the wet towels and floor mat waiting to be washed. The nightmare was over. Peanut the dog was let back out onto her chain, it’s yet to be seen if the whole process will need to be repeated. The thought of my bathroom stained with tomato sauce is frightening.
It’s just another day, in the life of a dog on a farm. Poor, Peanut the dog.
Have you ever been skunked?