Great. A skunk just sprayed through my bedroom window.

Had a few dog skunkings… each of them memorable in their own special way, usually because it happens at a most inconvenient time (2 am, or in the middle of nowhere at a rest stop where there’s no choice but to load stinking dog back into the car…) and there are levels of skunk smell.

I think the worst was the dog after rolling in the dead skunk. Not sure if he found it dead or made it that way, but that one had me gagging.

The last time the dog got skunked, I saw the dog and the skunk heading away from each other and for a brief moment thought, perhaps the dog didn’t get sprayed, but then he ran back to me and I saw his eyes all squinched up and that I’m sorry look and then the smelled ripened and rolled over me and I knew not so lucky.

I have a can of some kind of anti-skunk spray that seems to do a fairly good job of taming the smell. I’ve learned I need to keep one on hand, because it seems that eventually I will need it.

I always seem to have one dog that smells faintly skunky on damp or rainy days. Doesn’t bother me, I won’t say I like the smell, but there are worse odours.

No, you are not. Reminds me of road trips to see far-flung family. It’s a happy smell to me.
That said, I have never had a skunked dog in the house.

Apparently, the more loony conservative the talk show, the better.

Practical reason why: lots of angy ranting voices. :smiley: Particularly the call-ins.

My family has a saying about borrowing trouble: “don’t poke the skunk”

This came about when a neighbor found a skunk had wandered into his garage one morning. Said neighbor then decided the best way to get rid of the skunk was to take a broomstick and poke it until it left. Neighbor’s wife wouldn’t let him back in the house until after nightfall.