Let me preface this by saying I absolutely love my dog. Payton is the sweetest, funniest little thing ever. HOWEVER, he might possibly have been the dumbest dog in the world yesterday.
Our story begins around 9:45pm last night. We let him out one last time before bed. Well Tim opens the door to let him back in and noticed he was looking out into the corner of the yard, where there's a hole in the fence between our yard and the neighbors. We had previously seen an opposum there a few months ago, where a stare down occurred between Payton and it. Well this night, Payton decided it would be a good idea to go and see what it is in the yard. And there's where the nightmare begins. Skunk. No matter how much we call him back to the house, try to bribe him with treats or tempt him with the flashlight beams, he ignores our pleas and proceeds to inch closer and closer to the Skunk until skunk lifts its tail, *pffft* and disappears under the fence.
Payton finally gets the hints that it's time to come in, Tim picks him up and says, "I'm not sure if he got him, do you smell anything?" I get within two feet, want to choke on the fumes, and say "Um, yeah." After about 20 minutes of vigorous scrubbing with baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, dish soap and dog shampoo, a very wet and confused dog didn't smell quite so bad. Our house was another story. It took three candles and 24 hours of three bathroom fans running before our house didn't smell like a skunk's behind.
I love our dog but in the last two months we've had two unexpected vet visits, costing $250 total, and a skunk spraydown, so he has lots to make up for!