little white dogs and skunks
Last night he bolted after something, cornered in the bushes in front of my van which I was standing next to. Then I heard it. Sounded like two distinct burst of spray from a Windex bottle. Out comes Riley from the shrubs with this funny look on his face and then the wall of skunk stench hits me. Powerful stuff at that range.
There was no tomato juice in the house, now there is no more pasta sauce, ketchup or bloody mary mix and Riley's hair was died pink until I picked him up from the groomer about an hour ago.