Ode de Skunk

There are certain charms to living in the country but there are also certain nuisances.  It’s really the small things.  As was the case tonight.

We are working on the demolition of our once wash house so that it can be renovated into Jared’s office, AKA the headquarters of Expansion Computers.  Jared has been busy lately, so I decided to start working on it to try to get it done for him by Valentines Day.  Over the past week I’ve been working on it with Daphne’s help and we are starting to see the light at the end of the demolition tunnel.  Tonight, I decided to burn the late night oil to get it done if possible.  I got the kids in bed, the cows milked and the house in a decent order before I headed out with my James Herriot audio book to get some serious work done.

As I was getting ready to finish up for the night, I stood bolt upright to the serious scent of freshly sprayed skunk!  Living in the city over the past several years, I’d really forgotten about skunk except for those freeway drive bys where an attempted road crossing failed–and lingered.

I searched my immediate area to see if the skunk had somehow entered the wash house, and it looked clear for that.  I made a lot of noise (as if the demolition I was previously doing was at a butterfly whisper) and went into the house where, I invited our rat terrier out to do his job.

Unfortunately, he was more interested in eating the cat food in the barn than helping protect me from skunk, so I had to make a solo round through the farm at 10 at night to assure myself that we weren’t being invaded by an army of skunks.

Yep, I’m scared of skunks.  It’s a good thing that I keep the company of three dogs who will protect me, right? Pugs can take on skunks, right?