He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. ~William Shakespeare, Henry V

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

SKUNK'D

The last couple of days I have spent time out at Billy’s house. I was getting bored and this way I and Billy can have good adult conversations and all 4 kids can play. On Monday it was getting close to supper time so Billy and I started throwing something together. All of a sudden Billy starting freaking out, “OH MY GOD! THERE IS A SKUNK IN THE YARD, JANELLE!” Sure enough, when I looked out the kitchen window Billy’s 3 dogs were growling, barking, and trying to tear apart the skunk. Before we could get the kitchen window closed one of the dogs chucked the skunk right beside the house just as it sprayed and ran off to hide in the barn. The house filled with the wonderful smell of skunk pretty fast. I thought dead skunk on the road was bad, but his is a whole new definition of bad skunk smell. The scent even hung in our clothing and I could smell it in the laundry the next day. YUCK! The skunk did bite one of their dogs that was not up to date on its vaccination shots so they are waiting for it to come back in the yard so her husband can shoot it and then they will send the head in to make sure that it is not infested with rabies.

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