As I was watching Bernie, that skunk that sprayed him was walking past him about 15 feet away. The skunk was wobbling a little, but still on his feet And didn't pay much if any attention to Bernie while I was hollering for him to come inside NOW!! Of course, he happen to see the skunk and looked as if he wasn't sure What to do. Thank goodness he was already too sick with rabies to attack. I got Bernie inside and of course he was looking at me as if to say, "Mom, what did I do wrong that I have to come in". I went back out on the back step to see where that skunk was, because he had turned when I was taking Bernie in, and was headed for the house. As I stepped backed outside, guess who was walking past the wall and climbed onto the bottom step about 5 feet from me. He just seemed too busy trying to figure out where some food was or just mozing around. I slowly stepped back into the house and watched as he slowly made his way into the woods next door. Now I don't know whether to ever let Bernie out the house!

Some of the smell has diminished. I was going to give him another bath today, but last night's bath was like wrestling a crocodile just to keep him in the tub(which he got out once and putting him back in took 10 min. of him sliding out of my arms like a greased pig because he was all soaped up), let alone, try and bath him. I have a spray bottle to rub in some lemon juice instead of having another wrestling match. Now i wish i had kept the bath appointment at the pet groomers tomorrow.

well, bernie still smells like SKUNK after 2 applications of Skunk Off and a scrub down shampoo

Well, that boy has done it again. There is a skunk living in a tree trunk in the far east corner of the property. AND BERNIE FOUND IT!!! Or should I say it found Bernie. I was out rake grass and he decided to go over there to that tree. He must have seen something move in that direction. The next thing I know he was running past me like the wind, plopped down on the ground and started rubbing and flipping over and rubbing. So I went over to him and put his head in my hands to smell and ARGH!!! SKUNK STINK. AND NOW I CAN'T GET THE SMELL OUT OF MY HANDS

WHEN WILL THAT BOY LEARN TO STAY AWAY FROM THOSE STINKY ANIMALS.

There is something called Skunk Off and a shampoo that I'm fixing to go get right now. I that I could wait till Saturday (go an appt.) to take him to get shampooed, but I can't stand the smell any longer.

Well, it looks like the knee injury/surgery finally spoiled that boy to the 'unth' degree.
After finishing his rehab here and subsequent slow(?4 week back to normal?) HA, routine, he has decided that the routine he had of going out the back door (only 1step) vs. out the front (5 steps) is more fun. He's worse than a kid.

He's now sitting on back step, gets excited about something, barks to come in, turns around in circles, wants a small stick rawhide bone, with bone in mouth runs to front door to go out and jumps on sofa. Then he decides it's time for his 'biscuit' and barks to come in, runs to back door, does his version of jumping up and down, he gets his biscuit and wants out back to eat it. He tries to do this off and on all day to try and get more treats, but I only give him his big pig ear bone and at end of day give him one more small rawhide bone for his last treat. He's an absolute NUT!
One good thing about this fun routine for him is that he does get exercise running through the house from door to door.

That's My Bernie!!!