We have a skunk here at Thistledew - he seems to prowl between the two houses during the night. Once in awhile I get a whiff of his distinctive perfume when I go outside at night or very early in the morning, and believe me, a whiff is MORE than enough.
So, it was with some dismay that I discovered that Achilles (our boxer) likes to play with skunks. And the skunk, evidently, doesn't share that playful feeling, because he sprayed Achilles full-on. The odor was unbelievable, and poor Achilles was banished to the laundry room for the night.
Fortunately for us (and for Achilles), our second-favorite store is Tractor Supply, and they have a post-skunk encounter shampoo that works pretty well. Achilles still smells slightly musky, but nothing like he initially did. And this is really good, because he's managed to encounter the skunk twice more since that first time. The skunk still doesn't want to play - imagine that!
You'd think that three sprays of vile, smelly, burning stuff into your face and eyes followed by obvious human dismay and either banishment OR an immediate bath would be enough to convince you to leave a skunk to his own devices, but Achilles pushes on. That funny-looking cat will figure out how to play one of these days, and won't that be fun?