Dammit, Emily!

For reasons known only to her digestive system, Emily woke us at 2:30 this morning, needing to go out for a quick walk. Mission accomplished, she and Danny (who is my hero) head back to the house. But he didn't have the leash wrapped firmly around his wrist, and she caught sight and scent of somethng and Whoom! off she went. And got sprayed right in the kisser. By a skunk. So at 2:35 in the morning we're trying to keep her from sitting or rubbing up against anything until we could do something.

So we cornered her in the shower, I diluted a couple of cans of tomato sauce (no tomato juice in the house) and scrubbed her down with it, then gave her a shampoo.  She was mortified, as only a dog being rubbed down with tomato sauce and shampooed can be, and followed us around as we were dealing with the fallout (a word used advisedly).  Washing towels and her leash. And then we weren't able to get back to sleep.

Em smells okay, now, and is soft and cuddly. But the reek is only slowly dissipating in the house. In the light of day, I know that there are better ways to deal with skunking: baking soda, peroxide, a dab of liquid soap is apparently the recipe. But at 2:30, we didn't have that much presence of mind (or that much peroxide and baking soda). Today will be a groggy day.