Every now and then our dog Rambo barks at something in the middle of the night, a deer, an owl, neighbor farmer checking frost on his spuds, the list goes on. Many times we hear barking and then smell the memorable odor of a skunk and know right away what he was chasing.
Last night I heard him barking like he was just about to get ahold of whatever was in his sights. As I walked to the back door I smelled that wonderful smell and knew. The problem was he was in the garage barking like a crazy man, and when I opened the door I could hear a scuffling of some sort. Not wanting to walk around the car to come face to face with a skunk, I climbed on the hood of our Expedition to look on the other side. (Picture that, PJ shirt, glasses, crazy hair on top of the car). Sure enough there in the corner was a baby skunk. Right then Dennis got home from baling hay (it is about 3:30am) to find his wife coming to greet him with news of a skunk in the garage. We pulled out the car, rolled balls toward it (the thing is 2 feet from the large, open garage door, but won't go out) nothing was working. Not want I wanted to be doing at 4:00am, but I knew the dog would not leave it alone if we just went to bed. Finally, after much poking and prodding we realized it had no spray left, so Dennis got a broom and pulled it out of the corner and pushed it out the door. Thank God, now I gewt to go back to bed.
However, once in the house the smell seemed to stay with me. Oh, yes it was with me alright, on my shirt, in my hair, on my pillowcase. So, I hopped in the shower at 4:15am. Thankfully that seemed to work. Finally, I was going to get some sleep (if you know me well, you know that I love and need sleep). Just as I was dozing off at 5:00am, in comes Grady with a bloody nose. Poor kid and poor mama. No sleep for me.
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