So yesterday afternoon I was actually able to go outside and accomplish something - I started to clean out my garden shed. After all, whether we want it or not, winter is coming in this neck of the woods and we folks of the Great White Northland have to be ready. So as soon as it warms up a bit more I'm headed that direction to finish the job.
Then I have to move into the garage with my high pressure washer and some very strong soap and clean out the garage. You see it smells very strongly of skunk. Yes - skunk. And not because we had one come and let go inside the garage, but you see we have this lovely girl dog, Daisy by name, who just doesn't understand that you can't bite those black and white kitties and come out smelling like a rose. She's been skunked so many times I've lost count - one time twice in one week!!
We had the granddoggers out for their routine run Wednesday late afternoon. They are so entrenched in routine that if Ole doesn't quit what he's doing by 5 o'clock they start poking him in the leg. If he ignores them and wants to finish up his project they get very obnoxious and persistent, keep poking and will eventually start barking at him to get his act together.
Anyway, we were going down a road that had a large cornfield alongside it. They were running in the ditches on either side, poking their noses in every hole they could find and peeing on every dirt lump they came across. This is a good opportunity for Ole and I to share the day's experiences, visit about various subjects and plans and give the doggers lots of good exercise. Ole happened to look in his rearview mirror and saw Daisy toss something in the air, and within several seconds we were hit with the unpleasant aroma of skunk oil. If you've never had that experience you're really not missing much. Even being that far away from the skunk, the "fragrance" gets in your nose and your mouth and you can actually taste it (peee-uw). Ole gunned the engine of the truck which is the dogger's signal that it's time to end the fun and go home, and they both came running. Ole had the unfortunate ugly job of dropping the tailgate holding his breath the entire time. He quickly hopped back into the cab and tried to take another breath. Not good - the skunk smell was so bad inside the cab even with the windows rolled up that we could hardly breath.
We got her home and took her out to the "dog washer" located in the shop. Lovely Daughter and Ole soaked her down in layers using 409, odo-ban and car wash soap several times, scrubbed and suds her down and rinsed and rinsed and rinsed. Then dried her off using the air hose. She loves the air hose and it's funny when she's done as her fur stands straight up or backwards. She looks like she's got a mohawk.
After she was dry she was allowed to come up to the closed garage and wait there while we finished supper. Lovely Daughter took her home later and just about gagged when she walked through the garage. Daisy no longer smelled, but for some reason the garage did. It still does this morning and I don't know why. Beau can't stand to even get close to her. Even though we can't smell her there must still be something in her fur that's leaving residuals behind. You can still smell the odo-ban on her and she walks around looking so sheepish.
Here's another little video I put together. I did it some time ago and put it up on one of my entries. But as I've said previously, I've got a number of new readers that might enjoy it.
PS: This one has its own music too, so you may want to turn off the jukebox before you start it.