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I couldn't get to bed cuz I'm on the jobless bachelor screwed up sleep schedule. I made a midnight run to the grocery store and grabbed a carton of bryer's french vanilla ice cream and sat down to watch a movie. Halfway through The Ghost in the Darkness I fall asleep. I wake up 30 minutes later to a smell so thick it's almost tangeable. I've smelled it before and new exactly what it was. Skunk.
Now I live on the 2nd floor of a duplex and I knew there was no way there could have been a skunk in my place, but it had definitely sprayed close. I grabbed the typical night patrol items, knife, the trusty .357 Taurus snubnose and the Nitralon G2 torch. My landlord, who lives on the first floor, is out in the garage suckin down a cigarette like an Andean potato farmer.
I looked at him for about 30 seconds in silence and asked ""did Sadie get skunked?" On the exhale he looked at me and nodded his head, then started laughing.
"Yep, she did, right in the yard too. It was dripping from her muzzle. I gave her a tomato juice bath." The smell was pretty rediculous-either I'm used to it after the last two hours of smelling it or its subsiding, and I swear cat piss is way worse than skunk, but that's beside the point. The dog wasn't around, I didn't see her anywhere. Landlord didn't know where she was either. She has separation anxiety real bad and when she doesn't see him around she runs to his office which is a good 7-8 city blocks away, through downtown Boise. I took off running and there she was sitting at the back steps of his office. I sniffed her and she didn't smell too bad so the tomato juice must have worked.
Well here I am safe and sound the sun comes up in 15 minutes and I'm running on no sleep. The plan was to hike up to 5,000 feet and spend the weekend somewhere in Boise National Forrest but I doubt it's going to happen now, I need to sleep this morning and I don't have the motivation to climb through the hot dry foothills to get to the treelline in the afternoon. Ah well. At least it wasn't a porcupine or a cougar...
Now I live on the 2nd floor of a duplex and I knew there was no way there could have been a skunk in my place, but it had definitely sprayed close. I grabbed the typical night patrol items, knife, the trusty .357 Taurus snubnose and the Nitralon G2 torch. My landlord, who lives on the first floor, is out in the garage suckin down a cigarette like an Andean potato farmer.
I looked at him for about 30 seconds in silence and asked ""did Sadie get skunked?" On the exhale he looked at me and nodded his head, then started laughing.
"Yep, she did, right in the yard too. It was dripping from her muzzle. I gave her a tomato juice bath." The smell was pretty rediculous-either I'm used to it after the last two hours of smelling it or its subsiding, and I swear cat piss is way worse than skunk, but that's beside the point. The dog wasn't around, I didn't see her anywhere. Landlord didn't know where she was either. She has separation anxiety real bad and when she doesn't see him around she runs to his office which is a good 7-8 city blocks away, through downtown Boise. I took off running and there she was sitting at the back steps of his office. I sniffed her and she didn't smell too bad so the tomato juice must have worked.
Well here I am safe and sound the sun comes up in 15 minutes and I'm running on no sleep. The plan was to hike up to 5,000 feet and spend the weekend somewhere in Boise National Forrest but I doubt it's going to happen now, I need to sleep this morning and I don't have the motivation to climb through the hot dry foothills to get to the treelline in the afternoon. Ah well. At least it wasn't a porcupine or a cougar...