My poor pooch was skunked in the face Friday night, so my hubby and I spent most of the day Saturday leaning over the tub, bathing him over and over trying to get the stink out of his fur. The strong odor has dissipated, but now it's the mister I feel sorry for. He woke up Sunday morning with a body out of commission. This isn't the first time he's thrown out his back, but hopefully it'll be the last. Tell me . . .