Returning from exercise early yesterday, DH & I were greeted by an all to familiar odor…& it was coming from the Pyre puppies…
& we hadn’t opened the car doors yet. Uh oh!
Too many things already on my To-Do list for a Monday, a bath had to be delayed. It also gave me some time to research remedies for skunking.
The best solution came from my friend Jane:
1. rub them down with baking soda
2. drench them in vinegar
3. bathe with Dawn Dishwashing Liquid
4. rinse with cheap vodka
Sounds like a plan!
Tuesday morning, pups are nowhere to be found & as usual, do not come when they are called. OK, who told them they were getting a bath today?
After all my chores & a few extra, after I actually sit down to eat lunch, next time I look pups are asleep on the front porch. Here we go!
Leash wrapped around post to the deck stair, Mason runs to me to be petted. Well, he was petted & scrubbed & washed & rinsed. (Except for the vodka. I decided to take a chance.) Cockleburs bite me as I work the various substances through his cotton-soft fur. Praise the Lord for the hot water spigot out back! (Thanks Harry & Carole for the example! It was a lifesaver!) Now time for Dixon. Not as easy, Dix tries to walk under the deck so I have to constantly pull him back to the concrete. Manhandling a 90-lb dog in the wet chill – oh my aching back! This one even has cockleburs on his feet! More work to be done, but not right now.
Both received their daily raw turkey neck – yes, I am moving them to a raw diet, which has worked quite well for Lucy for over 16 years – then their raw ground beef with supplements added. Now they are ready to play though still a bit wet. The rougher outer coat is drying quickly. I’m glad tonight will be a bit warmer than last night, though they could always get into the doghouse…
Oh, the stink? I can still smell it a bit but it is significantly better! (Granted I have an amazing sense of smell, which an allergist told me was a gift. Doesn’t always feel like a gift…especially when folks wear perfume/aftershave nearby. DH has considered renting me out to the local Sheriff’s Department to sniff out small children who have walked away from campsites. He thinks I can rival any Bloodhound.) Maybe I should have used the vodka…or maybe I’ll just go pour myself a cocktail & not worry about it!