No, she's pretty down in the dumps about the whole thing. Probably just about the worst day of her life. Consider the sequence of events:
1. Sees small critter: "FUN!"
2. Chases small critter: "FUN FUN FUN!"
3. Gets snoot-full of foul-smelling ass-juice, runs back to owner with tail between legs: TOTAL buzzkill.
4. Gets ineffective tomato-juice bath: "Can this day get worse?"
5. Is banished to the back porch: "Yes. Yes it can."
6. Gets foamy peroxide bath: "In my eyes is the sadness of a thousand orphans."
7. After 15 minutes, gets rinsed with cold water: "Just kill me. It would be kinder."
8. Is told to "stay" in the kitchen while our other dog accompanies me to my blissfully skunk-free office: "Seriously. Kill me."
The nice thing about dogs is that to-morrow will be a new day for her. That's also the bad thing about dogs, since there's no guarantee she's learned her lesson about skunks.
