Jett And The Skunk Part 2

Well the smell is receding a fair bit.

Jett has indicated he really doesn't like skunks. he's off to be groomed today so we'll see how much of him comes back.

Jett called on his Airedale heritage and he's asked to wear this on his next walk to be ready for chemical warfare, just in case:

Update: Picked up from the groomer, he's a bit more shaved then I would like but apparently the odor is not bad now. But instead of the Airedoodle cut he got a poodle-type cut.

Still cute, and he still wants a gas mask.

Jett's First Encounter With Chemical Warfare

Last night Jett and Rocky were playing in Rocky's yard after quite awhile of not playing together due to summer travels and various scheduling differences.

They played and then ran around to the back of Rocky's house -- and then suddenly all was silent.

We called them back and there was a rather indescribable pungent odor accompanying them.

Jett had gotten skunked - right in the face.

The smell was unlike what you would have expected, more like a concentrated foul burned fuel/chemical smell than the skunky smell normally associated with skunks. But it was bad indeed, real bad.

So we whipped out the baking soda, peroxide and dishwasher soap and tried to decontaminate Jett right there. Unfortunately in our haste we didn't wear gloves so my hands needed a thorough decon as well. Jett did not enjoy the process of being repeatedly washed down with the mixture and washed off with a hose, and then he spent the night in our garage which now smells pretty darn bad.

He's fine but has a lingering foul smell associated with him, especially if you're downwind.

It's always something with these dogs.

Jett And The Cat -- Oh That's Not A Cat!!!!

I had just stepped out the door tonight to take Jett on his evening walk, resuming my normal schedule of activities at home on my return.

We started down the driveway and he immediately started heading to my neighbors front lawn.

I saw a small white animal there and figured it was a kitten, a few of which wander around the neighborhood.

Jett seemed rather interested and as he got closer, the kitten with its face towards Jett raised a rather large feathery white tail.

Wait a minute, that's not normal kitten behavior.

I quickly reached in my pocket and pulled out my trusty flashlight and shine it at the cat.

Nope, it's not a cat.

Yep, as I quickly surmised and as you just guessed, it was a skunk. The black rest of him/her was hidden by the night and the white stripe went all the way from tail to his/her head making it appear thinner than it actually was, and the face being white had thrown me off, but under the light the remainder in black gave no doubt as to what Jett had just met.

I believe I yelled something like "Oh Hell no, HEEL!" and Jett came racing back to me, which was good.

Interestingly enough the skunk did not run away, nor did it turn around. Instead it started happily advancing on us with tail still raised but with the odious orifice pointed eastbound as it proceeded westbound towards us.

To say we beat a very hasty retreat would be an understatement.

The skunk then disappeared off into the night to do whatever skunks do during their nocturnal sojourns without spraying man nor beast.

Phew.