Pepe Le Pew takes a vacation

A few mornings ago, right when I was getting ready for school, we discovered by means of scent that we have a celebrity visiting.   His name is Peppy Le Pew, and my lucky dog had the pleasure of a face-to-butt meeting with him.
More specifically, dog's face, skunk's butt.
We don't know much about how long Peppy is staying- does he live here now, or is he just passing through and wanted to draw attention from the North American crowd?  We really hope he isn't taking up permanent residence because he isn't a very good guest, as you could probably imagine.  He's caused nothing but trouble: runs to the pharmacy for hydrogen peroxide, and multiple washes per day with baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and vinegar.  He's also a costly guest: besides the hydrogen peroxide, we lost the dog's collar, a leather computer case, and two doormats to the stench. 
And of course, there's the effect that having a celebrity stay at your house causes at school.  You know how it is with celebrities; they're either really good, or really bad, and you can imagine which category our dear Peppy falls into.  I had to warn everyone all day long that I smelled like skunk because of my poor dog getting sprayed and bringing it in the house.  On the plus side, I got free vanilla hand sanitizer because my friend decided she couldn't stand it anymore. :D
The dog still smells, but it isn't as bad, and the house only smells in really specific areas, like where he lies down a lot or where he greets us at the door.  Thanks, Peppy!