The first words I heard this morning? "Parker got skunked!" Ed calls to me from downstairs. I jump out of bed, pull on clothes appropriate to the task and head to the pantry for Odormute (the best skunk odor antidote on the planet.)
Parker's been through this before. Twice. The vet says no matter how many times a dog gets skunked, they don't learn from their behavior.
Sounds a lot like us humans.