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I have not written about myself or about my exploits in quite a while, and I am getting some backlash from at least one of my readers. So, today, I thought I would remedy that situation.

Today was a good day; all of us went exploring around the small lake in back of our house. Not much has changed from the last time I was there. The lake is still there, the frog is still there, and the ever-so-much-appreciated statues are still there.

But, I am going to tell you about the one and only thing that was different than all the other exploring days. You may or may not believe it, but it’s completely true. We were on our way home and Kasha took off and started running as hard as she could toward the open field next to our house. I saw her and decided to do the same thing. All of a sudden, she stopped dead still; seemed like she was staring at something. I am not as tall as Kasha, so I didn’t see that creature till I was right up on it. I had never seen anything like it, and I’m sure Kasha hadn’t either. As for Hilda, she was waiting up on the road with Paul.

He was yelling at us to come back; we both ignored him. I, for one, wanted to stay around and see what that furry black-and-white creature was going to do. Kasha, on the other hand, minded Paul and went back to the road. Not me!! I ignored Paul’s yelling, so he came to me. Me, I just stood there looking at the south end of a north-bound ball of fur. When Paul came up to me, he said, “Look at that tail! Do you know what that skunk(?) is fixin’ to do? You better come back with me right now!” He yelled the last part. I decided to go with him, although I didn’t want to.

When we all got back to the house, he told mom what I did and didn’t do (he’s a tattletale sometimes, especially when it comes to me). Mom looked at me asked me why I didn’t mind the first time Paul called me back; I gave her my saddest and most shameful face. She stroked my back and told me I had to mind or I couldn’t go anymore. I tried to tell her I would, so I put on my happy face and wagged my tail.

Mom told me later that a skunk was a creature I didn’t want to mess with. She said that a skunk would lift up its tail and spray me. I cocked my head at her as if to say “what in the world do you mean?” She went on to explain that when a skunk sprays a human or another creature, it emits a very foul-smelling liquid that lands on that human or creature. In addition, I, or whoever, would really stink for a long time, and she would not let me in the house if I ever got sprayed. Being threatened with not being in the house (especially when the sun goes down) convinced me to stay away from that creature AND to mind Paul.

Tags: skunk

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