A skunk.
I was putting the girls to bed, and MR was being very annoying. Barking, whining, etc. I couldn't figure it out.
I got him and put him in his crate and went back upstairs to the girls to finish up bedtime.
While in his crate I can still hear him huffing around.
Whatever.
I do what I have to do during this down time: clean up from dinner, make kids' lunches, straighten up whatever toys didn't get put away, etc.
I do a little work and fell asleep on the couch.
Woke up around 10:30 when Steve got home with Calzones! (Yes, I realize how terrible it is to eat that late).
I was heating up the calzone when Steve comes back inside and asks me for the spotlight. I have no idea where it is and ask him why he needs it.
His response: I see the garbage bag moving outside, I think there's a skunk!
Me: a WHAT? Where?
Before I know it, Steve comes back around with MR and I open the door to the worst stench I had ever smelled in my life.
He says he doesn't think MR got spray - so in he comes, into his crate. 3 seconds later, I'm gagging and dragging him back outside.
He definitely got sprayed.
Can you see him? Between the house and the garbage can? Black fur.
Steve is all "what do I do?!?!?" and I'm all "tomato juice!" haha
But, since I had to work the next day and it's not after 11pm, I take Bella and head to bed.
Steve comes and tells me that he's Googling and that he's reading we should use baking soda and hydrogen peroxide.
He goes to Walmart at 11:30pm and comes home and gives this dog a bath in our garage.
The next morning there is still a stench. Not nearly as strong. But it's there. Our air purifier had been running on full blast all night.
MR spent his entire day outside to air out. Luckily for him it was 65 and sunny.
But fuck.
We're not sure what happened to the skunk.
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