If you keep up with the blog, you know about my girlfriend troubles. Because of my sweet, caring personality, I tried to cut Bea loose as gently as possible. She is one determined Shepherd who feels like she can win me by constantly coming over, jumping all over me, and never, ever … leaving.
Mom and I had enough of Bea’s tomfoolery, so Mom devised a plan: as soon as we saw Bea, Mom would tie her up to a tree, and Mom and me would stay in The Ivy. That way, Bea would stay put until her Mom came to pick her up.
It worked great the first time. Too bad Bea is so smart. Mom had to give her treats to get Bea back to the tree the second time.
It was late when Bea’s Mom came to pick her up. My Mama was curled up in bed with a captivating read; I laid on my outside bed watching the stars while listening to the woods come alive. Nocturnal noises began as the sun expelled her last breath of twilight.
After midnight my peaceful slumber was interrupted by troublesome scurrying in the nearby bushes. Naturally, I jumped up to see what-was-what. Meanwhile, Mom also heard the commotion. She got all riled up cuz Mom thought Bea was back, causing the after-midnight racket.
Let me tell you; My Mama does not react well when her beauty sleep is interrupted!
Mom jumped outta bed, flipped on the outside light, and filled her lungs with air so she could start yelling as soon as the door flew open. The sight Mom witnessed made her eyes bulge and her pent-up air escape like a punctured tire.
I was racing toward the camper like the devil himself was on my heels.
Except it wasn’t the devil chasing me, it was a big scary skunk! I about plowed over Mom in my haste to bound into the camper.
I barked at Mom “close the door!” I was afraid that stinky fellow was gonna follow me right in. Mom started to laugh when I landed on my bed, and the door was firmly shut. I couldn’t see the humor, but Mom kept giggling until she watched Mr. Skunk head toward the camper, looking for kibble left in my dinner dish.
Mom had her mind set that she would rather scare than feed the striped one. Suddenly, Mom started jumping up and down like she was in the throes of dance to her favorite rock’n roll song; her arms were a-flying, and her feet were a-stomping. No music, but the camper was a- shaken’. Then Mom opened the door and let loose a primitive scream.
I looked at My Mama with shock and dismay. Was she trying to get skunk sprayed? Obviously, I had to save the day … again … so I jumped up and barked, “Close the door, NOW!”
Luck was on our side that fateful night. Skunk Butt let loose his noxious spray a second after The Ivy’s door slammed.
And that was the end of that.
The stink stayed outside while Mom and I slept comfortably and without further incident.
The weather is changing to cold. Mom and I will be leaving the field soon. That will take care of the girlfriend and skunk encounters in one fell swoop.
Luv, Otis 💗
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