Poor Little Ruffy This Morning:
Still Shell-shocked and
Smelling Like a Pickle!
Still Shell-shocked and
Smelling Like a Pickle!
Last night, way after our normal too-late bedtime, (compounded by yours truly having just stood for three hours in a cold arena in fall, - not still-unpacked winter - clothes ...
Now where was I? Oh ya, it was in reality already today when I let Ruffy out the back patio door to once again, to my chagrin, probably lift a leg on one of our new prized perennials.
Already half dopey yearning a pillow I was suddenly brought back to full attention by his barking in a new-found decibel range.
Turning on the backyard light I was horrified to take in a scene that happened in a micro-second, all beyond my control, which amounted to the highest pitch I have ever screamed, "R-U-F-F-Y".
It is amazing all our new neighbours did not collectively dial 9-1-1 on their bedside table phones when this one happened.
Up there on the berm, about 30 feet, tops, from the door in which I was framing with my body in horror, he had pinned a skunk up against the planter bench, (our 2008 project), howling his head off. In that micro-second the skunk pirouetted, lifted its tail, and went into maximum defensive mode.
Last night was not calm. There were gentlle little breezes swirling in our yard delivering the net result of all this boisterous action to my nose faster than you can say, "The Toronto Maple Leafs are perennial losers".
Next, Ruffy came yelping down the berm, headed for the door which I was closing as fast as a train.
Meanwhile, Mar had amazingly put 2 and 2 together without full knowledge of the facts. Entering the family room, she saw Ruffy begging to come through the glass and the one-who-should-have-been-in-bed standing there dazed, confused and totally unsure of what to do next.
Praise the Internet! We both immediately rushed to the office to ask Father Google for advice and in seconds came up with a cocktail of vineger, baking soda, and one teaspoon of detergent, the latter supplying the ability to break through the skunk oil Ruffy was now trying to get off his face by plowing his nose and eyes through the grass next to the back door.
Let me tell you: washing a dog in a vinegar solution in the wee hours of today out on the back deck, rather than being on our fresh, puffy pillows brought the bar WAY down on this home's state of happiness.
Anyone out there wanna buy a stupid dog today? He smells like a damn pickle.
Scruffer says he's dumber than a cat!
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Responses
Dear Ruffy,
You are not alone...I too was attacked recently by one of those stinky little rascals. I was just soooo humiliated as you can see by my face in the picture....
My humans just swear by the following recipe. It really, really works and you won't smell like dill pickles afterwards!
Your friend,
Brodie
Skunk smell removal formula:
1 quart of peroxide
1/4 cup baking soda
2 tablespooons dishwashing liquid
(can double or quadruple recipe as needed for size of dog)
Mix ingredients in OPEN container, and pour on the dog. Rub into the coat and let stand for a few minutes. The odor will disappear almost immediately. Rince well.
It *really* works. It's far more effective than tomato juice, etc.
*WARNING*:
Don't try to store the solution in a closed container or make it up ahead of time. It creates a chemical reaction that only lasts a few minutes but it throws off massive quantities of oxygen so if you try to bottle it, it will explode.
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Oh ya, poor Ruffy this and poor Ruffy that!
Everyone is coo cooing that dumb pure bred cocker today. Like, has anyone stopped to think that it was I, the Scruffmeister, who had to sleep all night with that foul-smelling pickle???!!!
Scruffer