Jun 01, 2009 10:43
The night before last, at 4 in the morning, one of our dogs decided she had to go outside. Right. Now. No questions, please.
I tried to tell her no, but she wouldn't stop begging and whining and so I let her out but stood at the door, watching and listening, and called her right back in quickly. All I could think of was that there was a critter out there she thought had her name on it, and I was afraid it might be a skunk. She made it back in untainted so either it was harmless or by keeping the visit short I prevented anything untoward, but it was weird.
dogs,
skunk