skunked

Flash got skunked. Dog! This is the second time.

Two nights ago.

But, yeah man, doesn't that smell linger. That smell.

How long did it hang around before? What was it? Three, four years ago? I don't remember the stink's endurance. It must've been days. But I think it wasn't winter. So we had the windows open constantly.

She's been bathed. I think she'll have to be bathed again. She's sitting in front of the heater, which is blowing warm air on her, spreading the stink around.

If you've only smelled skunk passing some roadkill at 35 mph you have no real idea of what skunk smells like. Full dose is not sweet. It's heavy. Like some dense thing has come in and sat on your head.

I guess it was worse the first time. The air didn't feel too thick to breathe this time. No, this time like waves of various thicknesses.

And you do get used to it. Or your smeller gets overwhelmed. Then when you come back to the house after being away. Then you know it hasn't really hasn't really gone away not really. Diminished. Less. Um. Less assaultive?

Hanging on. Following you around. Staying. Not going. But not bludgeoning. Not vile.

Didn't she learn the first time?

I mean.

We did.

We sleep with scented rags next to our heads. Kent likes patchouli or carnation. I prefer lavender.