Skunk

Skunk? you say. Yes, skunk. Chili got skunked last night. It was 10pm, I was all ready to get into bed. Max was up in his crib. Marty was just about to head out the door to go to work and we let Chili out for his last business of the day. All of a sudden, then is a terrible stench permiating through the house. It smells of putrid burning rubber. We look outside and Chili is rubbing his face in the dirt (good thing our backyard is mostly dirt). We are trying to figure out what the smell is, Marty thought it was a stink bomb. On the back step there is little gloppy wet marks, and Chili stinks to the high heavens.

So, we figure skunk. Ack!! We don't have tomato juice. A couple of tomatoes in the fridge, but I didn't think that would work. I am still not allowed to be doing anything strenuous, so Marty has to call work to let them know he will be late because our dog got skunked and we have to give him a bath pronto (I am sure they appreciate the originality of his excuses, the last one was "My wife is puking and I have to bring her to hospital"). So Marty gives poor Chili a bath, which he hates. And we hope and pray that we got to the stink before it had time to settle into his fur, because nothing else could happen until Marty got home this morning at 9.

Surprise, surprise, the teatree oil dog soap seemed to do the trick. He doesn't smell at all. His face a little, but for the most part, we have not been cursed with the skunky dog smell, that can supposedly last for up to a year! I am guessing that the skunk was pretty far back in the yard and got spooked when Chili came out and Chili only got a little spray on his nose. Now we will have to be very careful when we let Chili out at night and make sure that there aren't any visitors in the backyard. I don't know what I would have done if I was on my own. Probably call Jenn and Jim and beg for help!

On the baby front, still very little sleep, lots of cranky gassy episodes and an enormous amount of spit up. We saw Tanya yesterday and she is a little concerned. He is gaining weight, which is good, but not as much as she would like. He is still a little on the low end of the scale. And she got to be an eye witness to his spit up as I had to nurse him in the office. She wants us to come in next week so that she can weight him again. If he is still spitting up blanket soaking amounts and is still on the low end of the weight gain, she is going to refer us to a pediatrician. Now we wait for the weight...