This memory is prompted by this blog entry and its sequel. I too have experienced this smelly experience. It was about 25 years ago when we were living on a farm along the Sacramento River. Mr. Man was working nights at the time. That fateful night I had let out our dog Andy for his last pit stop for the evening. Unfortunately he met up with a skunk. With Mr. Man not home there was no way I was going to leave my dog outside. I know crazy. But to be honest I probably wouldn't do anything different today, that's just me! So I brought Andy into the house and proceeded to give him a tomato juice bath, repeatedly. For the record tomato juice doesn't really work, especially on a long haired dog like Andy, a sheltie. Time and numerous baths were the only answer. And oh for the record the “smell” up-close and personal is not the same as when you drive by it. It smells like tar; like really, really, really strong tar at least that is how Mr. Man and I remember it to be! Nasty!!