When two out of three dogs came back inside this morning, I didn’t think much about it. For a while. But after patiently waiting for Bud (who we probably should have named “Bart”) to turn up, I decided to step outside and have a look. Sure enough, there he was, patiently waiting – OUTSIDE the gate. It’s been a while (a couple of years, I think) since he made a break for it so I was kind of hoping he’d outgrown that tendency, but once I got him inside I realized what he must have been up to. Mainly, chasing a skunk.
I don’t think he took a full shot, but he got enough to make the bedroom (and my hands, since I of course pet him) stink. And probably the rest of the house, too, though by then I was desensitized to it. Should smell great walking into the house when we get back home today.
Of course the first thing I need to do is go walk the fence perimeter and see if I can figure out where he got out. It was too dark this morning to see anything. Thank goodness it’s supposed to be warm today, at least.
If only things only literally stunk, it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, I’m sure everybody’s got a favorite skunk-smell mitigation recipe, which, if it doesn’t work, at least give you something to do while you get used to the smell. Unfortunately, there’s no magic elixir that will take the stink off this country while he-who-shall-not-be-named is President. I mean, thinks weren’t smelling all that rosy BT.
But now, well, let’s just say it looks like I picked a bad year to quit drinking.
This morning I was awakened early by Lincoln and Clifford who decided to chase each other using me as the race track. It worked very well. Lincoln has turned out to be quite a talker and I already recognize his “feed me” meow from the “I’m here, pet me” one. He is a gorgeous black boy. He looks as if he’s covered in shiny black velvet. He’s small. Maybe he’ll be a small adult. But, I can never tell. Rosie, who at her largest weighed 6 pounds was the largest of her litter. Clifford, who weighs 11+ pounds was the smallest.
That’s the fun part – seeing what they turn into.
Glad to hear Clifford is getting along so well with Lincoln. It’s always a relief when they don’t try to kill each other.
When GIgi was sprayed head-on by a skunk, her long beard smelled for an entire year. I tried every internet recommendation including homemade concoctions and purchased remedies. There was one spray I got at Tractor Supply that was the best, but I don’t recall the name. Did you smell of skunk at work?
P.S. Regarding this administration: We’re all going to die.
I’m in agreement, OKat with the PS. So. I am diligently trying to ignore as much as I can. But, it is a lot like watching the criminally insane try to get us all to go along….quietly.
Well, if I did I’d gotten used to it by the time I got here, and once here, nobody told me I smelled like skunk. With all the salad I eat these days, skunk might be an improvement! I pretty much stay away from people at work anyway, so if my stink kept them away, all the better.
Palemale and Octavia are working on their nest, getting ready for spring chicks. They seem completely inaware of Das Orangefuhrer.
Originally, I thought that was the Lincoln that woke you up. I was wondering if you had hawks sneak into your bedroom.
Damn Geisha killed a robin yesterday. What’s worse is I think it was a female robin with eggs inside her. Geisha has captured and killed juvenile slow flying pigeons before, but a songbird? She’s supposed to be a shepherd dog not a bird dog. Oh geez…. Keep her away from NYC.
I hate it when they do that stuff. You can’t really get mad at a dog acting like a dog, but it still sucks. And then you have to deal with the corpse (or what’s left of it). Of course out here that just involves chucking it over the fence and out into the woods to give some other critter a free meal, but it’s still a pain.
Especially if they’ve been out rolling in it for a few days before you find it.
Since my neighbors don’t like dead animals, the robin had to have a garbage can funeral. With diggers capable of reaching China, a natural burial was also not in the cards.
You should get a lacrosse stick. With a little practice, you can toss those suckers a long way. At my previous house, I dropped a mouse corpse onto the windshield of a car passing through the Burger King drive thru.