My poor boxer is having the worst day. Poor fellow got sprayed by a skunk last night (I was ambushed mom, really!) He-who-stinks must sleep in the wood shed (brrr). Took him to work for a de-skunking, got him wet in the tub & realised that he had tore open his ear on something while rolling around in the grass. Wrapped his ear in a bandage, turned the dryer on him so he would be dry for the vet,(he hates moving air to touch him). Took him to the vet for stitches, then he got an E-collar to protect the staples. He is now sitting all hunched up in the corner feeling woozey HATING life, HATING us, just completely miserable. Poor boy. He's having the day from he!!when it rains it pours!