Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Narrow Escape

I occasionally see a skunk a safe distance away from me.   I often smell the presence of the striped critter.   In late February I always smell South Dallas Suzy.   But I have walked thousands of miles and have never walked up on a skunk... until the other day.

It was dark and my dogs noticed something move along the side of the road.   I saw something about the same time that they did.   We took a few more steps before I saw the white tail pop in the air.   I pulled both dogs to the other side of the road and quickly made my way down the road.    When I believed we were out of range, I crossed back.

I had only taken a couple of steps when the same scenario repeated itself.   Two skunks, that close together, on the same day!   I never caught a whiff of any spray, not even on my way back.

Had I not noticed and let my dogs walk up on them, all three of us would have been loaded with spray.    If I would have brought home the two dogs covered with skunk spray, Caring Kim would have displayed new adjectives.

I had a "narrow escape" from the wrath of Kim.


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