That Zoe. Always has to do things just a little bit different from everyone else in our pack. Saturday morning was no exception. On this occasion, Ms. Zoidberg chose to get into it with a skunk before going on a road trip to Michigan! In case you aren’t familiar with our pack, despite the numerous Skunk v. Dog trials in our neighborhood, none of our pack has engaged with those sneaky black with white stripe critters in our backyard…that is until Saturday morning. Past precedence being that we wait until we arrive in Ann Arbor.
Sammy and Montana shared a series of stories about their encounters with the polecat at our grandparents in Michigan awhile back (one, two, three, four). I myself have also had some run-ins with these critters when visiting Ann Arbor. And despite rumors around their house of a roaming stink bag, last week when we visited there was no encounters with the odoriferous kind (unlike the previous visit…). We chalked that up to the new shed my grandparents got before we arrived. Although they call it a shed, Zoe, Snowy and I think it could be a luxury flat for us canines. But once again, I digress – even though we do have numerous stories about our times in the backyard of farmor and farfar with Ms. Snowy. If I am lucky, dad will take the time to sit down and relate some of those with you. But tonight it is all about skunks.
So getting back to the tale at hand, yesterday morning we were to embark on another road trip in our EV to Michigan. As is the case with most mornings, Mom got up with us as Dad continued to lounge in bed. One difference on this day was Dad was a bit more awake since it was a football Saturday. This isn’t to say he did anything different from his usual lack of momentum, but he may have been a bit more cognitively aware when the call from the first floor came. I can’t recall exactly what Mom yelled but she was in some way predisposed to an extent that she could not engage Zoe and I in what was readily apparent to her to be of paramount importance…in other words that sickly petroleum-esque odor of a “stink badger”, aka Mephitis mephitis.
Dad, unaware of what the exact crisis was, none-the-less responded “rapidly” and ran down the stairs to assist in whatever problem had befallen our tiny tribe. Upon hitting the bottom stair, his nasal referents started firing SKUNK SKUNK SKUNK. However, the odor quickly overwhelmed him and as Zoe and I sat innocently in our room (having rubbed all over the couch), he, and shortly our mother, was unable to detect which one of us had engaged with the skunk…humans and their ever limited sense of smell. So, as the skunk smell wafted into our house, and they tried to determine who to douse with the Nature’s Miracle “skunk-off” remedy, Zoe and I were sniffed and pawed as they tried to find the source of the stank…which is ridiculous when you stop and think about it since there was no black and white mammal with stinking anal glands in the room – well aside from Zoe (HAHAHA!). In short, the decided I, the princess Tempest, was the one who had gotten the brunt of the spray since my hind quarters were damp. So they deduced that I had chased a moving intruder in our yard, realized it was a skunk, and high tailed it out of there but not quick enough to avoid some skunk spray. So I got the largest dollop of skunk off and then we were off to Michigan. Although I knew this was untrue, I went along with their “fake news” and erroneous deductions since I was really looking forward to seeing my cousin Snowy. Let it be said that they – my parents – were quite surprised when trying to console Zoe on our drive to Ann Arbor, that the acute smell of skunk infiltrated their nasal passages as she sat upon their laps with a majorly stinking face and chest (I of course said nothing as I remained stoic in the back seat…but I did laugh heartily to myself). As an aside, we had a nice time entering our house today and re-engaging with the de-stinkification efforts!
I am sure I had more to say on this topic but the Scribe is fading so I will finish where I started: That Zoe has a way of making things her own – even when it comes to third party types – which no doubt include the aforementioned skunk.
ps- My mother drew a great picture on the ipad of a skunk in our neighbors yard (“the new potted plant”) which I can’t find at the moment but will share as soon as I can find it – along with the story that goes along with the picture.
pps – tonight on our walk, Zoe and I saw the stinky little critter – boy is he lucky we were on leashes!! Or maybe it was our parents who were lucky? 🙂
some clean air…please! I love the sun roof!