years ago I tried tomato juice......to no avail.
but, kerosene, or diesel (on topic?) cuts the oils from the skunk, but is
not so irritating.
Then, washing with the dawn dish soap 3 times.....seems to work pretty good.
the only place on him that has some odor is his nose, since I couldn't
really get a lot of kero. and soap there due to his eyes.
but, not bad at all now.
now, the couch..........dang........
----- Original Message -----
From: "briankk" <briankk@att.net>
To: <diesel_mercedes@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Sunday, February 13, 2011 8:26 AM
Subject: Re: [diesel_mercedes] O.T. Sunday morning...........
Nice piece of writing.
But, kerosene? I'd heard that tomato juice was what's wanted for
de-skunking...
bk
--- On Sun, 2/13/11, ygmir111 <ygmir111@att.net> wrote:
> From: ygmir111 <ygmir111@att.net>
> Subject: [diesel_mercedes] O.T. Sunday morning...........
> To: diesel_mercedes@yahoogroups.com, 126diesel@yahoogroups.com
> Date: Sunday, February 13, 2011, 8:00 AM
>
>
> So:
>
> I am learning to be careful what I wish for:
> Last night, I had decided I wanted to get up early today,
> really get a lot
> done...........
>
> As I lay in my bed, dreaming the dreams of the innocent and
> pure, I suddenly
> find myself torn from said dreams, by both sound and an
> olfactory attack.
>
> I opened my eyes, and noted it was still dark, and, that
> this part was
> neither dream nor alarm clock. At this point, still groggy,
> I noted it was 4
> a.m.
>
> After a moment, I came to realize, the sounds, were my dog
> puking........and
> that wonderful "dry heave" sound they make.
> The next realization I made, was, the aroma:
>
> Dog puke mixed with super strong skunk!!!!
>
> Oh, the joy, the rapture, of this awakening!!!
>
> As I started my own dry heaving, I leaped from my bed and
> found said pooch,
> curled up, sick, and scared (this being his first skunk
> encounter)
>
> Ah.........I search my mind for the remedy I had used long
> ago........
>
> So, I put the dog in the shower, and closed him in there,
> while I ran
> downstairs to fetch some kerosene, and dish soap.
>
> As I lilted down the stairs, noting the faint glow if
> another beautiful morn
> beginning on the horizon, I managed to twist my ankle and
> stumble and roll
> across the living room floor............nice touch.
>
> grabbing said remedies, I raced/hobbled back up, and doused
> said canine with
> kerosene, rubbing and scrubbing to get it worked into his
> coat, and, loosen
> the oils of "eu de Skunk".
> Then, kneeling in the shower, I got the water temp "just
> so", and, proceeded
> to cleanse my pooch with a tri-fold repetition of dish
> soap/rinse cycles.
>
> The dog was not having fun.
> I was squatting in my sweat pants, soaked from water and
> kerosene, and
> realizing what a wonderful Sunday morning this is turning
> into.
>
> As I ended this "dance of cleansing", I stepped out of the
> shower, to get a
> towel to dry my companion, when, he "bolted"..........
> I was no match for his lightening speed and, he got by me,
> and proceeded
> towards the door, and stairs down to the living room, and,
> eventual escape
> to the out of doors.
> I gave chase, hailing him with a loving call......and for a
> moment had hope!
> as he rounded the corner, on the hardwood floor, he lost
> traction and
> skidded past the door....."I've got him"!!
>
> Nope.
>
> I hit his wet tracks, and, even with my cat-like grace, was
> unable hold the
> g-forces of the turn, and, tumbled right past the spot he
> had been at, for
> he had recovered his footing and sped out the door and down
> the stairs
> whilst I slid past.
>
> He was gone............
>
> so, I proceeded to chase him, knowing it was useless due to
> his
> insurmountable lead by now, and, he ran out the dog door
> and disappeared
> into the light light of early dawn.........
>
> so, I proceeded to find every where (hopefully) he had
> puked or rolled on
> the floor, and began to clean, hopefully to recover the (as
> often described"
> "rose like" aroma of my domicile.
>
> And so I scrubbed..........
>
> Finally, the dog reappeared, and, I was sort of happy to
> see him, in that he
> had not run away completely........until I noted the caked
> dirt and mud from
> his rolling outside (I suppose to abate that horrible clean
> smell)
>
> Ah, my morning was now complete, as he ran across the
> floor, and carpets,
> tracking mud and dirt all along, to finally come to rest on
> my couch.
>
> He is home, and all is well.
>
>
>
> And, this dear friends, ends the story of my Sunday
> morning.
>
>
>
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