So my roommate's dog ate a skunk on Thursday...it's now Sunday and Dave says the backyard still stinks. We came back from Tigger's nightly constitutional and he was looking underneath my Gremlin (car). I held him back and walked him over inside the gate and unhooked his leash. At which point he took off like a bullet around the corner.
"Oh dear" said Dave and I. We ran behind him to find a flurry of black and white fur at the front of a 63 pound American Staffordshier Terrier. Dave caught up to me and went to separate the two when I held up my hand and said "It's already over, give them a second". After viciously snapping the neck of the skunk, Tigger then proceeded to throw it up in the air like a prized toy at which point Dave stepped in and dragged Tigger away.
I made the unfortunate mistake of gathering up the dead body in a bag and threw it away (I received chemical burns on both arms from that venture....). Now I smelled like skunk, Dave REALLY smelled like skunk, and Tigger reeked to high heaven. I, having no sense of smell, had no problem with this. In fact, I had some fun.
Tigger had a great time with this until he realized that he had been sprayed in the face with skunk stink. Shaking his head and frantically dragging his face along the ground for 10 foot sections at a time he tried to get some relief...none was had.
I walked over to the local market to get tomato paste (being quite drunk at this time) and proceeded to stand in line. The guy in-front of me swiftly moved to the left, obviously trying to avoid the musky scent behind him. I moved with him. He them proceeded to move to the far right. I matched him movements and fell in line right behind him.
As I left, people were saying "Ugh!!! It smells like a skunk out here!". I proceeded to inform them that was me and then left.
I walked back, opened the cans and then Dave doused Tigger. After he was all soaked head to toe with Tomato Sauce, Tigger decided to shake that stuff off. Needless to say, Dave was on his knees a foot away from the barrage and got the full blast...now he REALLY stunk.
Over all, a fun time was had by all...except the skunk.
"Oh dear" said Dave and I. We ran behind him to find a flurry of black and white fur at the front of a 63 pound American Staffordshier Terrier. Dave caught up to me and went to separate the two when I held up my hand and said "It's already over, give them a second". After viciously snapping the neck of the skunk, Tigger then proceeded to throw it up in the air like a prized toy at which point Dave stepped in and dragged Tigger away.
I made the unfortunate mistake of gathering up the dead body in a bag and threw it away (I received chemical burns on both arms from that venture....). Now I smelled like skunk, Dave REALLY smelled like skunk, and Tigger reeked to high heaven. I, having no sense of smell, had no problem with this. In fact, I had some fun.
Tigger had a great time with this until he realized that he had been sprayed in the face with skunk stink. Shaking his head and frantically dragging his face along the ground for 10 foot sections at a time he tried to get some relief...none was had.
I walked over to the local market to get tomato paste (being quite drunk at this time) and proceeded to stand in line. The guy in-front of me swiftly moved to the left, obviously trying to avoid the musky scent behind him. I moved with him. He them proceeded to move to the far right. I matched him movements and fell in line right behind him.
As I left, people were saying "Ugh!!! It smells like a skunk out here!". I proceeded to inform them that was me and then left.
I walked back, opened the cans and then Dave doused Tigger. After he was all soaked head to toe with Tomato Sauce, Tigger decided to shake that stuff off. Needless to say, Dave was on his knees a foot away from the barrage and got the full blast...now he REALLY stunk.
Over all, a fun time was had by all...except the skunk.
of course just passing by the smell is probably a bit less offensive than being sprayed.
