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Sleeping with pets is a challenge of its own. Sleeping with pet skunks is a different granimal. Reasons why not to do so....... 8. The pet skunk could decide the bed is theirs and their wild instinct takes over, so needing to leave their skunk scent for protection for all of you, could sheete in the bed during the day, even on your pillow, thus loosing their privilege to a stairway up to the mattress. Then the pet skunk could decide to begin sheete-ing beneath the bed out of spite. Think, people. We are talking about pet skunks and oh, yes, they would. ..... 18. Your skunk might crawl underneath your nightgown to snuggle parts of you that you would rather it did not snuggle. 19. Your skunk could decide to groom those parts -- saying try because that activity wouldn't last long. And many more reasons sleeping with pets like skunks is not a good idea either.
September 5, 2012
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"No," dog said to me with a tornado going by window. "No. The SKUNK is in that closet." I am pulling his scruff but he is a Newfie, the scruff stretches two feet and he is 143 pounds, so I lose. "Comeon, let's go in just for a minute. It's fun. She's nice, she's cuuuuteee." "No. I'll stay out here with the derecho-tornado. The skunk will eat me." Now... he is confused because Lacey wouldn't eat him but her late sister Blossom would have killed him.
July 23, 2012
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Some people just can’t stand to eat off the same plates as a skunk. Frankly, I don’t see the problem. It’s not like the plate remains unwashed. Unless the skunkie fools you into thinking it is washed. They will lick a plate for ten minutes and it will shine when it has not been into […]
January 13, 2011
"I'm not eating it, are you eating it?" "Nope, I'm not even touching it."
June 14, 2010
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But where to put it. I knew it was coming. Dump my narrow, clear water glass on the carpet? Gross and too small. The wastebasket is actually wicker with large separations, so no. My purse? Open the window screen and vomit outside? But I had already managed to slide the window down so the neighbors could not hear me... they were playing basketball and I am a very private person.... read more a short short dilemna from the women's fiction author of A BREATH FLOATS BY.
April 19, 2010
If not for Blossom's screams.... but trimming pet skunk nail trimming has never been easy.
April 14, 2010
Pet skunks and food are tricky things. My story.... I smelled the eggs in the skillet. I remember mumbling something like, 'idiot' because I just knew he was going to fall for it and give them an egg. But I fell back to sleep before I could yell that they did eat. Sometime later I woke and called for Hubby. "Did you give them an egg?" Hubby said, "Yes, I fed them. They acted like they were starving." I knew that meant a five-course breakfast. "Noooo, I fed them, they just would eat the egg if you made it." This was life after pet skunks. The empty-nesting peaceful life after kids left the house, only not so different at all.
January 26, 2010
I know she is trying to figure out how to launch herself onto the keyboard because that is her favorite part of the office experience. Basically, this is Blossom's office, I just work here to keep her off the desk.
December 19, 2009
My favorite winter evening is cuddled under blankets, white Christmas lights glowing, daughters telling stories. Sequoia snuggles against my shoulder. Jeronimo on his back, stubby legs poking up as he intently studies the tree with his sly grin. The Christmas tree is safe... momentarily...
November 26, 2009
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Some people just can't stand to eat off the same plates as a skunk. Frankly, I don't see the problem. It's not like the plate remains unwashed. Only skunk people know, these are special creatures, intelligent, resourceful with their surroundings. Meaning skunks wipe. Skunks do not lick. They might scoot on the nearest rug to wipe.... but they do not lick. And everyday they brush themselves and brush their teeth.... Skunks do not eat gucky stuff. Unless we feed crickets and grubs... not happening in my house.. they must be content with steak and chicken, shrimp and salmon. Proteins that I, too, am willing to eat..... Thanksgiving dinner, skunks eat from the antique china....
November 8, 2009
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.....driving us at optimum speed ...toward the last emergency vet appointment of the weekend before the ice storm, with a vet she had never met.... Blossom was between us, holed up in blankets in her den-carrier and covered with more blankets. Black eyes staring from the little den hole. A long drive into the dark. She met the vet with no animosity. Not very Blossom-like, as it took four vet techs to sedate her five-pound butt in order to be spayed.
October 7, 2009
On her last trip out Lacey ran to the door and swung it shut so hard it almost latched, just missing Blossom's wide skunkie butt as she galloped out into the hallway. "Don't let the door hit you in the a** on the way out!" Lacey yelled. Then she primly came back to slid onto the floor and wait. Yes, our little Lacey has found her voice, finally. But that is another story.
July 10, 2009
There is not enough love in the world -- and there are never enough litter pans in a skunk house. I know that's a stretch and I do love my skunkies... but they do run me ragged over this.
April 5, 2009
I grabbed her so Blossom could eat, then proceeded to spoil Lacey by drizzling a half teaspoon of flaxseed oil on her salad, stirring well. I placed bowl and skunk back in place. Lacey started to nibble. Blossom had been watching. She left a nearly full bowl and charged toward Lacey’s bowl. I was in the middle of the room like a halfback. It is a halfback? Or quarterback? Anyway, I grabbed Blossom. Her body-slamming skunk fights are never pretty. “It’s not fair!” Blossom screamed, kicking. “She gets everything! That beauty mark nose stripe! She's longer and fluffier! AND she gets the oil!”
January 17, 2009
You can feel sorry for me anytime here. I used to be a Pollyanna. Today changed me forever.... Do I hear the cat upchucking? Are the skunks in his food already? Oh man, lots of windows. Snowplow guy can see me. I cover my abundant bikini-clad arse with the not-large-enough blue dog bowl. Wade through skunks to get in the door. Shuffle through the kitchen with a pant leg dragging. No puke. No no wait for it...
December 15, 2008
Blossom, our three-year-old, five-pound skunkette... now she has a way with Papa. She just gets it. Our adult daughter never ever figured out how to have such a way with Papa. I tried to teach her. But nooo, she would get her way through any course except sweetness. In example, the other night Blossom forgot her place during dinner and tried to launch her little bit self into his plate on the huge leather ottoman. "oh no..." Papa grumbled as he caught her skidding butt mid-landing....
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October 12, 2012
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