Back in my college days, I went backpacking with my dog up in the mountains of NC. Fritz froze up at one point, and there was a skunk just ahead of us on the trail. We made a careful detour around it, and didn't get sprayed. Obviously Fritz had some experience with skunks before. That night, two skunks got in a fight over Fritz's dog food, which was in a bowl just outside my tent door. You never heard such awful noises. Again, Fritz stayed calm and we didn't get sprayed, but I didn't sleep well that night. The next morning, a neighboring camper came over to our tent with a plate of left-over pancakes. I thought they were for me, but the guy put them on the ground in front of Fritz, and she at the whole plate. I had granola.