In my mom's neighborhood there is at least one skunk who has been roaming the neighborhood. Phew, he stinks! He has been known to squirt the poor neighbor's dog and is frequently stinking up the neighborhood. Now, to my dog, Chancho. I have a tendency to take him out late at night for a walk and for the first part I take him over to the school (I received a safety talk from my mother about said excursions) and let him run free. I also LOVE it when he chases cats. Now, before any of you sad cat lovers get on my case, please know that Chancho would not know what to do with a cat (or any other animal) if he caught it. In fact, he has been known to run away if the cat stops or tries to chase him back. He is a big chicken. This became a great blessing the other night. We walked over to the school and he did his business, sniffing around, and he decided he wanted to go back. As we started to walk to the path he darted off to the side and I thought 'Yay! He found a cat!'....and then my heart dropped! I saw a little black ball with a black and white tail sticking straight up in the air! A SKUNK!!!!! I started yelling at Chancho to stop and come back. The skunk didn't run, he was facing Chancho (our saving grace) so his tail was pointed the other way. btw, did you know that all the hair on a skunk's tail seem to separate when they stick it up to spray? I wish I didn't know this fact, but I saw it up close and personal! Chancho kept darting in and out growling, all the while I am yelling (quite loudly) at him. The skunk kept moving forwards and backwards as well. Finally, much to the neighbors joy, I am sure, Chancho came back to me and I quickly put the leash on him and we hightailed it out of there. I was shaking and my heart was beating! I knew that even though I wasn't right next to Chancho (I DID NOT want to get sprayed) I knew that I was close enough that if that little bugger sprayed I would get it! What would I have done? My mom would not (rightly so) have let me in her house. It would have stunk everything up! Here is the thing. When I told my mom the size of the skunk she informed me that it was MUCH smaller than the skunk that my dad and neighbors saw. Probably her tweener skunk! Too many skunks around here! So, who won? I think it was a tie. We didn't get sprayed and the skunk didn't get bit or chased. I think I was the real winner!
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Lucky. It's bad enough when you smell skunk spray a few days later. Maybe the little thing was out of juice or something.
I have visions of this...remember the story of me running into your van, up at payson lakes camp. and your dad came out to go fishing and I'm asleep in his vehicle, so he went in your trailer 6a.m. and told your mom I was coming in to visit..she said" well ok, whatever" but I went in climbed into her bed and we both slept till later..they were two huge skunks, and I didn't know if I could make it..
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