I’m lounging on the couch. Tonka was snuggled in the crook of my legs, resting his head on top. We heard something approach the back door. ‘Raccoon!’ I thought. Only, the glimpse I caught looked odd. Tonka went to the door and hissed. I got the flashlight and shone it outside. A skunk! It trundled off across the deck. I don’t smell any skunk juice, so I guess it didn’t spray.
Great. The raccoons are annoying enough. We try to ensure Tonka is inside if momma and her three babies are about. Now there’s a skunk? Sheesh! Now we have to worry about spraying and rabies!