Tucker and the Skunk


It had been a long day of working on the house. It was after midnight. Andy let Tucker out, then back in, then immediately back out. I actually like the smell of a skunk from a distance. I’ve never smelled one so close, though. And now the smell was on Tucker (who, unfortunately, got sprayed in the face), on Andy (who, unfortunately, used his hands and body to force Tucker back outside) and in our house (which, unfortunately, took a good couple days to get out).

I mixed Hydrogen Peroxide, 1/4 cup baking soda and 1 tsp of liquid soap in a spray bottle, and gave it to Andy and his dad so they could try their best to get the smell off of Tucker. I opened windows, set up a box fan and hoped the smell would be gone by the time we listed our house (it is).



Usually Tucker sleeps with us, but because the smell still (strongly) lingered, we set up his crate for the night—which Sophie LOVED discovering the next morning and which Tucker kindly shared that day.

“Sometimes when you get in a fight with a skunk, you can’t tell who started it.” —Lloyd Doggett