I was driving to my parents house this past Monday night and stopped to stretch my legs and let my service/hearing dog, Snickers, go potty. Well, I was looking at the new Jeep Liberty (bending down between two of them) and smelled the smell of what a car smells like when they're hot and thought Snickers was nearby. I called her, she came, smacking her lips and drooling. She immediately wanted to rub her head on my pants (yes, I was dressed) and I smelled what I thought was the Jeep and it was actually Snickers...she just had a run-in with a skunk!
Fortunately, I had a bottle of Jovan Musk along and sprayed her with it...to kill the scent, er, aroma.
She didn't want any water, so that was out.
To make a story short, my mother just happened to call me enroute and I told her what happened. She started calling various places to see where we could take her for the night. Well, I ended up getting two jugs of V8 juice for her bath (it's not just for drinking anymore!
) Arrived at my parents apartment, decided since no one available (midnight), she (Snickers) needed a bath. So, we outlined what the plan was: Take out everything from the bathroom so it won't be damaged when she shook; bring her in bathtub (water drawn already) and I get in with her...completely naked (me, not the dog). My parents were aware of me being nude, this actually was the first time my mother saw me nude since birth. I have to be honest, no, I wasn't nervous about it or even apprehensive. She didn't "oogle" at me or say anything inappropriate (what? mother's say inappropriate things??) and was cool with it, she even helped me put the V8 on Snickers!
Long story short...at least my clothes were relieved from smelling like skunk.
The moral of the story: V8...it's not just for breakfast anymore!
If it can work on my dog, it can work on yours!

True story, by the way.
Pete
Fortunately, I had a bottle of Jovan Musk along and sprayed her with it...to kill the scent, er, aroma.

To make a story short, my mother just happened to call me enroute and I told her what happened. She started calling various places to see where we could take her for the night. Well, I ended up getting two jugs of V8 juice for her bath (it's not just for drinking anymore!

Long story short...at least my clothes were relieved from smelling like skunk.
The moral of the story: V8...it's not just for breakfast anymore!



True story, by the way.
Pete
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