Lilly and the Night Of The skunk

I was in that sleep state where your brain is processing external noises - and smells, but you're still slumbering. I was getting irritated because it seemed that the dog had been pacing the deck, barking and howling for hours, and I also knew that my bride had been in and out of bed a number of times. I opened my eyes. It was time to put the dog in her kennel so that we could get some sleep…. and, what the hell was that nauseating smell?

I walked out of the bedroom and declared, "okay, it's kennel time". The dog and Lori were now in the living room; our 100 lb. "puppy" was jumping around like a Jack Russell Terrier - and Lori was smirking. "What is so humorous, it's one-thirty in the morning", I asked my wife. The distinctive odor of a skunk was now overpowering.

Lilly (a.k.a Lilly LePew) was still pacing the room, growling and letting us know she was not happy to be inside and the eau de skunk was unbearable - and getting worse. In hindsight, it is hard to believe that Lilly could hear or smell an animal on the other side of the house stealing her dog food. But that little malodorous critter is what was bothering Lilly for hours before she gained her new reputation as a slayer of skunks.

I figured that the only way to lessen the smell was to give the skunk a Viking's funeral and burn the carcass, so I proceeded to build a fire in the fire-pit we have in the back yard. It was now after two o'clock in the morning and we were burning a body - after I shot it to make sure it was not playing possum. It wasn't.

While the skunk baked, I used the garden hose to wash down everything within range and Lori sponged down "killer dog" with a solution of hydrogen peroxide, dishwashing liquid and baking soda. Thank God the Internet was still open at this hour and Lori's search uncovered a potion guaranteed to remove skunk smell from the dog.

As Paul Harvey says, "now you'll learn the rest of the story..."

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