Now with two screaming, frightened kids, thank God Grandma Lucy was here, I dialed the number to the vet praying they would take in two skunked dogs for baths. No luck. Poor Emma and Bella. The internet provided a fabulous cocktail for de-skunking which I quickly mixed and administered. Not soon enough. The house reeked of a scent factory.
On top of my house smelling like the last place you would want to be on earth, I made the mistake of trying to call animal control. After being referred to the humane society, then the police department, I was informed that it was now my obligation to contact the health department. Great. Within the first three sentences of the call the "official" threatened to take my dogs for 6 months and force me to get a rabies vaccine. I will never try to be a good citizen again and report such an incident. We were mandated to re-vaccinate the dogs despite current vaccinations and full vet approval. Thank God I lied to the public health nurse and told her I used rubber gloves and a mask when I touched the dogs. After full veterinary examinations and vaccinations, $210.50 later, I hate skunks and the idiots at the health department.
Poor Emma was hit the worst. Direct hit to the eyes, her entire side was yellow and she was bit and scratched on her nose and leg.
Bella was only hit in the side. You would think she would have attacked!
The positives: Ethan saved his soccer ball in the skunk attack and Patrick learned to tend his flock. What a good shepard he is!
Protecting his girls against further attack the night of the incident. Nothing a 5 iron can't take care of!
