Oh, my...I forgot about skunk. Big big furry old Maggie Dog got a little too friendly with a skunk when she was a young dog. I was busy in the greenhouse, but did smell a faint skunky odor everytime she passed by, and figured it was just a distant encounter.
But when I got her out on the deck that evening to bathe her, I was in for a rude surprise. The minute the water hit her fur, that stench descended on us.
Kim was just getting home from work, and when he rounded the corner of the house, he stopped in his tracks and started walking backwards. By the time I got done with Maggie, I smelled just like her, but a shower and plenty of white vinegar did the trick. Sorta.