Last night Ben the Dog discovered a visitor to our little neck of the woods. My best guess is that it was either a black and white cat with incredibly bad halitosis, or a skunk.
When Holly Bedudah came dashing inside for the night, she went right into her kennel and settled in. When I called Ben in, he came right away, bringing with him the most god awful, rotting onion, decomposing flesh of a stinky wildebeest smell. He made it almost to the stairs before I banished him to the porch for the night. But the damage had been done. The house smelled quite horrid for bedtime, in spite of opening every possible window and venting as much of the stink as we could.
Fortunately by this morning the indoor smell had pretty much dissipated. Ben still reeks though, and we are off to the store to by ingredients for a skunk smell remedy. Liquid soap, hydrogen peroxide, and baking soda. I'll let you know how that works.