Hi;
Spent an afternoon with my Bichons reading your site, funny, funny, funny.
My husband and I travel with our two bichon frises's, Calvin and Hobbs (brothers).
These two characters are always a hit, no matter where we go. Two years ago, we
decided to go to Salem. MA and then onto Provincetown, Cape Cod.
We tow a small Boler trailer, which is approx 13ft, not very big, and no
room to avoid each other. The dogs were of course a big hit in Provincetown,
and received all sorts of attention, but the fun really started in Brewster Cape Cod.
We found a lovely heavily treed camp ground, in this quaint little town.
Tired after driving a long way, it was around dusk, I decided to do laundry,
my husband set up camp. Approx a 1/2 hr went by, and this lady approached me at
the camp laundry and asked if I were Karen, stated 'yes', this nice lady then
informed me that my husband was in a panic, (I had the van) and that one of my
dogs had been sprayed by a skunk! (I knew right away which dog got it) this nice
lady gave me a can of tomato juice and advised of a general store near by, she
also advised that the Cape had been inundated with skunks that year!
So, back to the camp I go, my husband in a "dither", and poor sorry looking
Hobbs wanting to give me a lick and sit on my lap. The nasty skunk got him on his head and neck.
We bathed the dog on the picnic table for about an hour, bought out the supply
of tomato juice. All I could think of at the time was this song by the B52's
called Quiche Lorraine. Now my beautiful little bichon, was pink! and quite
frankly, tomato juice does not work, so he was pink and stunk like a tomato with
"pepe le pew" perfume. As the hour was getting late, it was time for bed. Poor
Hobbs now was depressed as no-one wanted to go near him, and he normally snuggles
up with me and his brother Calvin, (even Calvin couldn't stand to be near him).
Now it's the wee hours of the a.m., my husband is asleep(soundly), and nature
calls for the boys (this is the norm, when we're camping) so look outside first
with the flashlight, don't see anything outside or in the addaroom. I open the
door, Hobbs 1st Calvin 2nd, and me just about out the door, when this yelp, Hobbs
turns tail and runs back into the trailer face dripping with that oh so familiar
stench. Fortunately Calvin didn't get it, he was "Like, what's going on Mom?"
Before I could call out to my husband, Hobbs was in the trailer, on the bed
rubbing his face, my husband was wakened.
Needless to say, at this point I
grabbed Hobbs, wrapped in one of the stinky blankets and off to the showers we
go. No sleep that night. Hobbs ended up with a haircut; good thing it was a hot
summer, as he ended up looking like a little lamb. Hobbs no longer wanted to go
out at night for the remainder of the trip, we surrounded our camp with mothballs,
a tip from a fellow camper, and if we had to go outside after dusk, we made
plenty of noise.
We were at this camp ground 3 days, and off to Connecticut we
went, near the Foxwoods Casino we camped, small camp ground with a little general
store, in there I found a stuffed skunk and beaver, I informed my husband I was
buying them, hubby thought it would traumatize Hobbs, when in reality, Hobbs
beats the living daylights out of it, and to this day still has that stuffy and
beats it, When he smells that "perfume" he hides. We plan on returning to the
Cape this year, but, ever since our skunk incident, we're alway's prepared with
a great product for skunk smell, called "Skunk Out" by Amway. We love to camp,
especially the dogs.
Sincerely, Karen Juskovic