I awoke to the sound of the back door at my parents' house sliding shut. Kem fussed in the dark and so I picked her up and wandered out of the guest room to investigate. TAB's light was on and his bed was empty. Looking down into the backyard the exterior lights illuminated two dogs pacing around. Shadow looked anxious (but she always does) and Jackson looked tired and mildly concerned. TAB's spotlight was sweeping back and forth as he walked down the easement behind the house. I didn't need to ask. I knew TBird was gone. When TAB got back he confirmed my suspicion. Both my dogs had escaped under the garden fence and TAB had been awakened by Jackson returning to the fence and complaining that he couldn't get back in the same hole he got out of. Brilliant, dog.
"Oh well,"I said, "there's not much we can do. TBird's micro-chipped and besides he'll come back whenever he's done."
"What's that smell?" asked TAB, "smells like burnt rubber. Or skunk." I shrugged. We all went back to bed.
At 4:45 am I heard Jackson's high, urgent whines by the side-yard gate right under my bedroom window. I knew TBird was back. I tiptoed down stairs and sure enough he was lounging on the front lawn, almost regal in his composure. He radiated pleased success. In my half-asleep mental state I failed to ascertain that that wasn't all he radiated. I opened the front door, and he willingly trotted through the house to be let out the back door into the backyard. My nose instantly informed me that he was the reason the skunk decided to spray. The skunk had gotten him good, too.
So that was the aroma surrounding Kem's first birthday party. How memorable. Thankfully Superman and I had come in two cars so I was able to drive one of them back to our house while Superman suffered in the other with the dogs. They don't understand why we're so intent on avoiding them. I'm sure we've hurt their poor little dog feelings. Shouldn't we be proud of them? I haven't been able to do anything about it directly yet because today I came home early from work due to some strange virus. I feel exactly as if I have a fever... but I don't! Funny, that. Constant chills, violent shivering at times, sore throat, aching muscles, no appetite, etc..
So I'm off to take another nap. Anyone have tried-and-true de-skunking remedies?