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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
Comments Off on Sharing plates with skunks…
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.
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 17, 2008
"I know, let's leap into the Christmas tree!" said Sequoia. And so they did...
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....
December 14, 2008
Comments Off on Sage really did eat the fake ladybug
Too many times, the nasty creatures got in my salad. Or my skunk would try to eat one and vomit around the house ten times, me following with paper towels and the vinegar spray bottle while he spit and gagged all over the hardwood floors.... Oh, then I drank one of those poisonous devil bugs and took ipecac to get it out of me. So I let hubby shop vac a gallon of them a week from there on out.
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