When we were living in the country, one day Max and RB Gus wandered a little further than usual from the house. My husband went to get them in the car. (We lived about a third of a mile from the road, and trying to convince two basset hounds who want to follow their noses that it is really better if they come back to the house is not always easy. Thus the car, instead of 2 leashes.) Anyway, my husband loaded the boys in the backseat of the car to come back to the house, and almost immediately realized what had happened. Looking at the reactions of the two dogs, we speculate that Max was saying, "But I just wanna play with the kitty cat!", and that Gus was saying, "I TOLD him that wasn't a kitty cat!" Lots of tomato juice for the dogs and ammonia for the car later, most of the "eau de skunk" was gone. I say most, because every once in awhile, you could still catch a little whiff.