There's a skunk in my boot!

OK not really but I had you going for a while there.   Actually you probably thought Sheriff Woody invaded my page.   Just me. Thought it was about time I gave an update.  Where were we?   Ahhh yes.  Hubby was about to arrive home and when he did  I suggested that we head straight out to the barn to do the dirty work.  Of course, Jeffy and and PJ wanted to come and Billy and Dolly...did not.

We grabbed our tools for giving lead injections and Jeffy talked us into letting him bring his along too.  Their job was to stay a safe distance...I mean provide back-up should the need arise.   SHH and I went into the shed and counted about 10 bales that could be hiding an unsavory character.  It was decided that I would hold and dispense the lead injector and SHH would pull a bale off and run like heck in the opposite direction.

The tension continued to mount as at each bale there proved to be. .. no skunk.   We started to wonder if indeed, as some had guessed, that after aquainting our dog and therefore also myself with its "aroma" sir or madam S. had moved on.  With only two bales left we were fairly confident. ..but still. .. better proceed with caution.   Like a shot Stink E. Skunk squirted out of the nest and ran into the corner.   I started to ready for dispatch except that Jeffy and PJ were just past the line of sight.   Then suddenly it moved again,  ran out the door and was out of sight.

Neither one of us saw where  it went (and miraculously no one got sprayed) but when we went over to check on the boys this is the report we got.  "It ran out the door and headed straight for us!   But then it saw that I (Jeffrey) had my BB gun and got scared and went around the panel.   It saw that (PJ) was holding a stick and probably thought it was a shot gun.   So it ran off!  I had my safety off just in case he came near us! "  (true story.  He was so brave protecting his little brother.)

Well I wish this were the end to this tail.   I called our dog over to scent it and wouldn't you know. ..I think it's setting up home, behind those panels.

Stay tuned!

I think there's a skunk in the barn...

For all of you out there who ever wondered if getting hit by secondhand skunk spray is as awesome as it sounds I'm here to tell you...yes it is. The only thing that could actually be better than getting hit by secondhand skunk spray is getting hit by secondhand skunk spray in the mouth.   I suppose you could ask our dog rocky if getting hit first hand by skunk spray is as awesome as he is making it look.  Check this out.

Me thinks he got hit by first hand skunk spry in the mouth. 

 

There really is a pssssssst sound right as a skunk is spraying!  And I want you to know that if you are carrying a huge armful of hay and tossing it in the hay rack and you hear a pssssst sound...do NOT turn back to look at your dog in the barn.  And for sure do NOT open your mouth to yell at him to get out of there!  It will be too late. 

 

Now before you go feeling too badly for him, keep this in mind.  Every day we go out to the barn together to feed the horses; and every day I say to him "Rocky!  Leave the bales alone!  I think there is a skunk in there!"  But does he listen?  Noooooo!  So today we finally got to experience the essence of skunk.

 

And SPEAKING of reminding...I do recall telling SHH just the other day that I thought there was a skunk in the barn.  SHH moved some bales and check it out for me but didn't see anything.  Now I ask you...who should wash the dog?  We COULD take a vote, but because the man of my dreams committed his life to me and makes all my dreams come true (that and technically, I am in charge of the ranch) I will go and tomato my dog.  And after that...I think I will go take a dip myself...and have a v8 for my mouth.

 

Just another crazy day of Life on the Farm!