Last night, Ruby the Dog learned the difference between a baby possum and a skunk.
After a trip to the grocery store to acquire hydrogen peroxide and baking soda, she is a much less smelly Ruby. (Mostly courtesy of Gretchen and Katie. There is a finite amount of space in the bathroom.)
On the other hand, I hear her out in the back yard now, barking violently at something.
I dearly hope it is not another skunk. Or the same skunk. Or any skunk.