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The pet skunk that almost killed me

March 23, 2010


When Sage went down the rabbit hole. . . I dove onto the floor, grabbing him by the scruff and pulling. I couldn’t let go or he would die. I pulled and stretched and pulled. It was like giving birth. Until out of a tiny hole popped a twelveteen-pound skunk. This and more Sage the pet skunk stories in memorial. . .

Pet skunk sarcasm – Mama’s taking her sweet time today…

January 22, 2010


Pet skunks are sarcastic. That is why mine are for sale. Forgive me if I am a bit cranky, but that is what the exotics pets said to me. The elder cat said I am essentially a turnip.... You can feel sorry for me anytime here. I used to be a Pollyanna. Today changed me forever. Living with my great-great-great-grandfather could not be more enlightening than this ancient cat and these flippant pet skunks.

Pet skunk fight – Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.

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.

Don’t worry, Papa, I’m just thinking about 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....