Fast forward a number of months and another skunk has moved in. Six AM and I hear Lloyd hollering: Barb...Barb...I think Dieter's been skunked. Downstairs I go and there stand Lloyd and Dieter (Dieter is evidently quite proud of himself and not concerned that he smells like a garbage dump).
I start gagging and retching (think: a combination of burned, rancid Triscuit crackers and the typical skunk smell most folks are familiar with; they'll be driving along and sniff, sniff--skunk!). I have to wrap a towel around my head, so just my eyes are visible, before I can come anywhere close to the dog. We mix up the magic elixir (Nature's Miracle, Dawn dish washing detergent, hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and water) and apply to the dog. Lloyd then takes Dieter to Petsmart to be shampooed and desmelled.
Around 10 PM that same day, I'm stepping out of the shower and hear: Barb...Barb...I think Dieter's been skunked again.
Yes he was. I wrap the towel around my head and we again apply the magic elixir. The next morning, Dieter goes back to Petsmart for another bath.
The groomers love Dieter. But we were amused when reading the groomer's report. They say that he is a very good boy and that Candie loves grooming him. However, the poor groomer had to fill the report out twice because Dieter did his usual trick of stealing paper. He grabbed the report and tore it up. He was a shredding machine in another life.
He came home wearing some sort of guy dog cologne. He smells quite good.
To try and control the skunk, I rigged up a radio in the shed, tuned to a Hispanic station that plays a lot of peppy music. Am told skunks don't like noise and am hoping Mariachi music will send it 'round the twist.
In the mean time, I've put together an identification guide that I want Dieter to refer to frequently:
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