And for dinner, let’s have canine Italian

The dream was bizarre; having pizza with my 5th grade teacher, Hazel Markwalder, in Las Vegas during a convention for old tool collectors.  By the pool, between bites we talked about Craftsman vs. Snap-On and why she always wore those nylon stockings that came just below the knee. I was 12, she was 57, and the red and blue varicosities on her legs resembled the Interstate Highway System map on page 3 of the 1961 Rand McNally Road Atlas.  She looked and talked and smelled like a chocolate labrador in heat.  

1:30 AM

The dream came to an abrupt end, thankfully, awakened by the insistent barking of my little dog, Jack.  He wants me to believe his urgency to urinate is more immediate than curbing global warming.  Like he’s a TV star in a Flomax commercial.  

 I let him out the side door: within 30 seconds I hear his blood-curdling scream of agony.  He wails at the front door frothing at the mouth, scratching both eyes furiously with his dew claws, having just gone toe-to-toe with a skunk.  He took the full monty and was down for the count ten seconds into the first round.striped_skunk.jpg

I quickly head for the garage, donned in old coveralls, latex gloves, goggles on for eye protection and instruct Lynn to get out tomato juice, the old wives remedy to neutralize the intense aroma.  In her pantry she only stocks Prego Traditional, no mushrooms, no garlic. Mixed 50:50 with water I soak Jack with Italian sauce.   A thirty minute massage and he now smells like an Olive Garden sewage treatment facility.  dscn1693.JPG

 2:15 AM

While I’m gagging, practicing Reiki in the garage, the old wife has searched the internet to discover the new wife modern treatment; equal parts Dawn dishwashing detergent, baking soda, and hydrogen peroxide.  We have all three, how lucky is that ?  After rinsing out the Prego, I realize I won’t be having pasta for a long, long time.  I’m now soaking him in our homemade chemical spill which, to my astonishment, actually seems to be effective.  dscn1697.JPG

 3:30 AM

The final rinse and I’m now shampooing skunk-doggie with Pert Plus Shampoo, + aloe, + conditioner, in the popular ocean breeze fragrance. Mapquest, however, reminds me that we are on the north shore of Lake Huron, a 1000 miles from the Atlantic shore.

Towel dried he at last begins to act and smell normal.  I prepare a temporary bed for him in the garage, he curls up and drifts into the arms of Morpheus.

5:00 AM

Neither Lynn nor I can sleep, the stench penetrating into our bedroom through a wall of 12″ thick logs. The scene of the TKO was under our front porch so we retreat to the old beachhouse for early morning coffee.  The smell lingers on, a combination of a skunky Heineken, butyric acid (the most foul smelling of all the organic acids), and Miss Markwalder’s breath.    dscn1629.JPG  

On a rare day, a bad dream is better than the good life.    


  1. says

    We had a cat that took a direct hit like that too. The peroxide recipe really does work, as long as you apply it when the mixture is still reacting. Keep it away from the animal’s eyes. We applied with a soaked towel to the cat. The best thing about skunk is that the odor naturally breaks down in a few days, so you’ll be having coffee on the front porch again soon. Send my regards to Miss Markwalder.

  2. Annie/Cinch Warren says

    Dear Cousin Jack, We were so sorry to hear of your odious meeting defending the homefront. We have never encounter Pepi Lepeu in a face-to-face battle. Our Cousin PD has had 3 confrontations, losing on all fronts. Tell your daddy to carry the soda formula at all times. One never knows when a close encounter will happen. Mommy forgot to tell you that Annie had surgery 8 days ago – absess on the jaw due to a foreign object. She is fine now and still sleeping in the house getting “treats” throughout the day. We hope to see you soon. Be sure to get lots of rest before meeting our new adopted sister Ruby. She is ADHD and has NO manners. Love and pets, The Wires p.s. Have you considered using the soda formula on Ms. Markwalder?