Michael and I left Sarge in the backyard while we watched Gravity at the Kabuki last night. Amazing, transporting film. We came home and smelled a horrible acrid, burnt tire smell and it just so happened to be all over Sarge’s face and back. He must have gotten sprayed by an errant skunk. I had no idea that there were skunks hanging around in the city.
We took him to the McLaren pond this morning and learned that water only activates the skunk smell. Thankfully, it must have been a glancing spray because it’s not too bad, but it might be baking soda and vinegar time soon.