Stinky Memories

    As I walked our little Miniature Dachshund, Tabby, outside in the pouring rain by flashlight this morning I was thinking about what I might post.  The possibilities are endless!  I had considered my website inspiration, Ree Drummond of The Pioneer Woman, whom I've enjoyed for years.  Then I thought I noticed the slightest stink of skunk in the air.  I wasn't sure, but then my suspicion were confirmed when the slight breeze took it all up my nose.  Yes, definitely skunk.  The first I've smelled around since cold weather set in.  It brought back memories of late last spring and the skunk episode.  I told Hon I was sure there was a skunk living under the hay bales in the barn.  I never saw it, but wasn't going to poke around after it either.  As the bales decreased my apprehension about moving them increased.  
    One day I didn't smell it, thinking it surely must have decided to move on.  A few days later I walked into the barn with the dogs (Roxie & Millie) thinking nothing of it.  Then I suddenly smelled this horrible stench.  I couldn't figure out where it was coming from.  Do you know when a skunk first sprays the stink doesn't actually smell like what carries on the wind? Let me tell you, it's worse.  Roxie came flying out of another part of the barn, gagging, whining, and wiping her paw on her face.  Still, I didn't put two and two together, walking around, trying to find out where the smell was coming from.  Then Mille ran up to her and did this play jump thing on her, which later I found transferred it to her.  I was still walking around trying to find the smell.  Then I found it.  On my coveralls.  Yup, that skunk had gotten me too.  We were all skunked, my only saving grace being that I could remove the coveralls.  I may have gone inside, but those poor dogs were outside on their own!  I didn't care how much gagging they were doing out there even providing them with a couple of de-skunk baths.  They were not coming in!  See, this experience was almost a year ago, yet it's still so fresh in my mind.
    Now you're wondering what ever happened to that skunk.  Well, I don't honestly know.  I imagine with the diminishing hay bales and the complete pandemonium we created that morning it decided to take off to parts unknown...after making sure to leave it's smelly calling card on a curious sheep on it's way of the farm.  Smiling & Waving, Sharon