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Derecho Tornado Story or Damn Dog

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.

Thanksgiving feasts on antique china…

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 […]

A Baby Skunk Brother to Call My Own? Not!!!

July 13, 2010

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Sequoia continued to scream and run every time he saw his baby brother. Jeronimo decided to corner his older brother where he couldn't escape then sidle over to him backwards. Ever so slowly and carefully the baby would sit on Sequoia. Sequoia screamed and wiggled to freedom, charging to the other side of the house Jeronimo patiently followed, nose sniffing like a bloodhound, only to sit on him again. Sometimes Jeronimo hauled himself into bed with me and find his older brother. There was only a brief time when he was allowed to do this and for excellent reason. My heart!

Pet skunk food and greed. Don’t let them fool you….

April 14, 2010

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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.

That’s not funny, Lacey . . .

March 31, 2010

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Pet skunks, well. . . they are not supposed to run into walls, but Blossom does because of Lacey. Lacey decides to leave the room at the same time and crowds Blossom out from going through the door. Blossom has no where to go but into the corner -- smack into the wall.

The pet skunk that almost killed me

March 23, 2010

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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. . .

Sitting with a skunk on my shoulder…

January 26, 2010

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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.