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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 13, 2010
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!
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.
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. . .
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.
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.
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September 5, 2012
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