Skunked!

If you haven't experienced the joy of having your dog get skunked, then trust me, you are very fortunate indeed.

Conversation with husband tonight while cleaning up dinner dishes:

Me: "Wow, can you smell that?"

Him: "No, smell what?"

Me: "Skunk. Pretty strong."

Him: "Oh, yeah, I smell it now."

Me: "Some poor critter must have just been skunked."

Pause, share long look with husband as we realize our dog is not in her usual spot in the kitchen.

Me: "Where's Tigger?"

Him: (Shrugging) "Tigger!"

(no answer)

Me: (Opening back door, shouting) "Tiger!

(Dog comes bounding in from neighbor's yard, somehow having escaped our fence.)

Both me and husband: "Crap!"

There then ensues wrestling match with pungent dog, hand held shower, 2 kinds of shampoo, and tomato juice. By the time we are done, the bathroom looks like a cross between a crime scene and a scattergram and the two of us are utterly soaked.