The Neon Nurse's Charting

...come to think about it, not only is it not that fun, there's relatively little profit in it.

I came home from my errand run today kind of tired, although not as tired as I would have been if I had not stopped off at McCorkle Field to watch the Lamar Broncos play their second game of flag football. (Didn't take any pics this time, as I haven't eaten the last ones yet.)

As I walked in the front door, I was struck with a sudden burning curiosity about what Caro could POSSIBLY be making for lunch that...smelled that way. "Hmm, I smell something!" I said diplomatically.

"I think your dog got into it with a skunk."

Whew. Lunch was still something to look forward to.

Caro had put Cowboy the Smelly into his crate, so I turned him outside and we opened up the house as much as possible, while debating possible options and trying to remember what advice we'd read was good and what had been debunked.
We had some of that orange based concentrate sitting around, and I thought maybe rubbing that into his skunked spots, letting it soak a while, then washing it out would probably work as well as anything.

But when I went outside with him and started trying to find the polluted areas, I couldn't. Was the breeze carrying it away? I sniffed his head...nothing. Back and sides...nope. Not even his tail. What the heck?

Went back in and sniffed the old bedding Caro had taken out of his crate and put in the trash to burn. No, that only smelled like regular gross old dog. The crate still smelled a little skunky.... "Are you SURE it was Cowboy?" I asked Caro. Grabbed Climber, snuffed her all over...nope. Even grabbed up the cat and sniffed HER before I remembered Tiger Jenny is our best allergen producer. Turned around spitting out cat hair to find Caro convulsing from trying not to burst out laughing.

Okay, so I give my all when problem-solving. Is that cause for MOCKERY?

For lack of a better idea, I sprinkled lavender scented talcum powder all over Cowboy. He thought that was well beyond disgusting...until later when I hauled him into the bathtub with me and shampooed his legs and tail, on the happy inspiration that perhaps it was his unsniffed undercarriage which was harboring the skunk odeur. Since his eyes aren't all red and he isn't sneezing and his upper body smells no worse than usual, we think maybe he only found a place where a skunk downloaded, and walked through it in his cheerfully careless Cow way, rather than being actually attacked. Could have been worse.

Now our only problem is a dog that is all disgusted with me who smells like lavender, skunk, and Ocean Breeze shampoo.

Who is NOT sleeping in my bed tonight!