This is “our” dog, Gracie:
This is an artist’s rendition of what it’s like to be around Gracie right now:
Gracie just learned the hard way that you can never, ever win a fight with a skunk. Never. Ever. Because let’s just say that you killed it deader than a doorknob. And Gracie took that little stinker out. But it sure as hell had the last laugh.
And by “last laugh,” I mean “horrifying stench.”
And by “horrifying stench” I mean, “sweet mother of jeebus, I had no idea that anything could smell this bad.”
And this is all based on what our kitchen smelled like about 12 hours after the fact. Because, lucky me, I was out of town last night and Kristian got to deal with the fun.
And by “fun” I mean “taking a vomiting dog and a dead skunk to the vet’s office.”
He had the last laugh though, he took my truck. A truck that, hopefully, now smells like Pine Sol and not like dog puke. I was too scared to smell for myself.
The good news is, Gracie seems to have fully recovered. The upchucking was probably just her reaction to her own stench. The bad news is, she’s on vet-mandated partial quarantine and isn’t allowed around other animals or off of her leash. Because we didn’t get the skunk tested, so there’s a fraction of a miniscule chance that she could end up with rabies. Which could make doggy boot camp rather difficult. Actually, that would make doggy boot camp pretty much impossible. I’m going to give them a call tomorrow. We’ll see how that goes.
We’re not going to talk about rabies. We’re just… not.
(The chances of this happening are ridiculously low).
(Ridiculously, ridiculously low).
(I just keep telling myself that).
So, that was Gracie’s encounter with Pepe Le Peu’s asshole cousin. Let’s hope that she learned her lesson and stays away from skunks in the future.
She really is a stunning dog. Too bad she’s stinky.
poor Gracie! poor Kristian! poor you! i’m sure the cats aren’t too pleased either. or maybe they set Gracie up. psst skunk, over here…
I came THIS close to having the same thing happen to my dog the other night.
If you could see my fingers when I say ‘THIS close,’ you would see that they’re about 10 feet apart.
My dog was 10 feet away from the skunk.
On a related note:
I have giant hands.
oh poor gracie!
why did you have to bring the dead skunk to the vet?!
It was supposed to be so that they could test her for rabies. Of course, Kristian found out when he got there that it was too late to test it. So, now it’s just sitting in the back of my truck.
Ewwwwwwwwwwww.
Throw the skunk away or make some jerky, but either way, don’t leave it in your truck!
Would skunk jerky be more or less gross than Slim Jims?
I lose the ability to speak coherently when there are Gracie pictures. All I can think is SQUEEEEE! You are going to keep her aren’t you? Stinky or not…
OK, and with a skunk in the bed of your truck you would totally fit in around here.
We keep saying “if we keep her,” but I think that we’re just kidding ourselves at this point. Short of her attacking one of the cats or trying to bite my face off, I think she’s staying. And the face part is fairly negotiable.
Must.Have.Dog.
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You can borrow this one while she airs out. 😉