And the aroma lingers.

Sue was upstairs typing away; something about the proper use of semicolons, I think; as Pax and I were coming back from our usual walk, which consists of hiking the Lane down to Murray and Elaine's and then treading back on the path through the woods to Tyson's, and then home; except that I arrived home before Pax, in itself and unusual event these days, only to hear Sue shout from above that she smelled skunk; this, of course, causing me to about-face and whistle for the dog, who, several minutes later, came home filthy and bedraggled with his tail between his legs, and seriously aromatic; which, naturally, sent us into emergency skunk drill, which, however, we found to be a bit rusty though quickly updated by an internet search suggesting either peroxide or vinegar mixed with water and dish soap—a solution clearly at odds with the common folk wisdom which touts the efficacy of tomato juice—which we applied liberally prior to Sue taking him into the outdoor shower for a good wash; and while this would seem to have been the best course of action...he still smells.