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Sep. 18th, 2008 @ 11:15 pm Joys of Country Life, part Many
Current Location: home, with gasmask
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: what? Can't hear you for the gasmask.
   It is a beautiful night.  The moon is high and bright.  There is just enough breeze.  The world is quiet, except for a train somewhere in the distance.

   The Pack went out for their pre-bedtime walk.

  The Pack startled Pepe le Pew.  Pepe ran away, but he left evidence behind.

  The Pack rolled in said evidence.

  All three of them.

  Who, BTW, sleep in the bedroom WITH US.

  I would sigh, but that requires a deep breath.....
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From:[info]exvapi
Date: September 19th, 2008 01:19 pm (UTC)
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SO, how do you find enough tomatto juice, how do you bath all the dogs in it, and how do you then get the juice off the dogs?

We had the windows open here for the first time, cool weather comes latter here in the swamp, and the boys were up all night dealing with all the thing that they could now hear invading their yard.
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From:[info]bwliadain
Date: September 19th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
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Heh. Of course they did it between shoppings, and there are pretty much no tomato products in the house except Campbell's Tomato Soup....

Rubbed everybody down with cornmeal and let them shake it off outside (on leashes so they did not go in search of Pepe AGAIN).
Took the sharpest of the stink off, anyway...
Himself and I slept with kerchiefs over faces and the AC running full blast...

Today, thanks to the fact that they were wearing "secondary" stink instead of primary, they're FAIRLY bearable. Though the cats keep sneaking up, sniffing, and making that Bleah face.
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From:[info]bwliadain
Date: September 19th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
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Ooops, too quick on the button. Our dogs forget every year, over "window closed" time, the sound of the horses cropping grass in the pasture, and have to have hissies. God forbid something REAL passes through...
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From:[info]grnvixen
Date: September 19th, 2008 01:30 pm (UTC)
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My mother was the Girl Scout Nature Lady when we were growing up so we always had a menagerie, including a skunk. Chanel was actually much like a cat, but more nocturnal, which meant he went trashcan diving under your bed a o-dark-hundred in the morning :). He had been descented but still had the natural musk order skunks do. He got along great with the german shepherd and they would 'wrassle' in the family room. If the play drifted onto the linoleum where Chanel's claws had no purchase the dog would pick him up by the scruff of the neck, put him back on the rug, and the wrassleing would continue :)!

Hope everything aired out by morning.
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From:[info]bwliadain
Date: September 19th, 2008 07:27 pm (UTC)
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Skunks here are assumed to be rabid, unfortunately - it's a shame because they really are pretty things (aside from the smell).
Apparently nobody touched Pepe, just skeered him, because Himself couldn't find hide nor hair when he went out to look.
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From:[info]brotherskeeper1
Date: September 20th, 2008 07:01 am (UTC)
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I've read your post and comments ... wow. When Petunia (wild skunk) used to come up on the deck for cat food or be waiting on the deck for me, he/she never was frightened. By the time I was opening the door to go in, Petunia was about 18" away eating. Thankfully, no attempt at coming indoors ... that would have been the ultimate disaster!

I haven't seen Petunia ... not last year or this year. I suppose like so many skunks he/she was killed on the road :(
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From:[info]bwliadain
Date: September 20th, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
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Poor thing...:-(

South Texas is particularly bad. Sems every speed bump in the road is either a skunk or an armadillo...

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