That was no ordinary cat that Rocky chased to our neighbor's woodpile last night when I took him out for his before-bedtime potty break. Rocky got to the woodpile and stopped dead in his tracks, gave a little whimper and backed up rubbing his face on the grass. Even though I didn't smell it immediately, I knew what happened. That was no cat. Rocky had his first run-in with a skunk. I kept him outside (and away from me) and hollered for John to bring me the big bottle of vinegar. What did he bring? a $20 bottle of balsamic vinegar! I left him outside with the dog and got the 2 gallon bottle of white vinegar that I bought for God knows what reason (skunk encounters, I guess) and proceeded to baptize Rocky with it. It worked! It really neutralized the skunk aroma immediately. I let Rocky inside and put him in his crate while he dried off.
Unfortunately I don't think he learned anything from his experience. Today he cautiously made his way over to the woodpile and checked out the area. I'd better keep the vinegar by the back door.
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