… has been rare this summer, not only amongst my two dogs, but from other dogs in our woods. The bigger, more profound, exception (with the nocturnal bark) would be when the bear comes near. Our dogs have a distinct “bear howl-and-bark” when a bear gets close. And the other dogs would be in league with ours, a passionate vigilant howling flying out of their bark-boxes through the rocks and trees.
Last night, I heard the Nocturnal Bark, somewhere between 5 and 5:30am. Stash was the only one barking. I was holding out for the possibility that the barking would stop. I was not meant to be so fortunate, it appears. I went outside to the deck, over the garage. It took a couple of seconds … only a couple of seconds … to recognize one of the most disgusting scents I’ve ever encountered: the spray from a skunk. You can imagine my first thought.
MephitidaeScientific name for the Skunk, which also means “Stench”
I stood on the deck, calling our dog, Stash (Stosh – – – with a short “o”). I could hear her, but could not see her, in the darkened woods. I was dreading the possibility that Stash’s focus was on a skunk, and she had no intent of leaving her post to come in. Shortly after my calling began, I heard Stash emit what sounded like a playful growl … All I could do is roll my eyes. I thought to myself: “She is either getting ready to get sprayed, or … she has already been sprayed, and she thinks that this skunk is playing with her.” I kept calling, and she kept refusing to come in. So, I came back in a half-hour, and resumed my calling. Finally, I heard her rustling / thrashing through the trees, making her way toward me. She climbed up the steps, through the gate, with the appearance that she had enjoyed playing with someone new in the forest. I didn’t want to smell the air around her, to determine if she had been successfully targeted by SkunkORama. I got the gate closed so that she couldn’t go back out to the woods. This morning, I walked out, cautiously took a whiff, and, to my disappointment, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my dog had been skunked. I know that one of the next things that needs to happen is that I have got get Stash into counseling, so she can push through these issues of acting like an idiot. Anyone have a referral for a dog counselor?
By the way, here is a picture of our dog, resting.