His habit is to go out before bed to take care of his toilette and unwind with a little non-directional barking before retiring for the evening. But tonight's barking sounded pretty darn directional. That's not to say it sounded intelligently alarming like Lassie's did when something was amiss, but rather, it sounded kind of hysterical. Yep, cutting edge stuff. If we'd had a bomb shelter, I would've groped my way to it.
Chemical warfare has nothing on the scent emitted by a freshly irked skunk.
My nose's first up close and personal skunk encounter occurred when we lived out in the country, in a rented farmhouse. Our landlords were our only close neighbors, living immediately behind the house in a small place of their own. They were an older couple who kept a beautiful vegetable garden just outside their back door. They fed their cats outside, and a pesky skunk kept chasing off the cats and raiding the cat bowls. So he got his shotgun and staked out the cat bowls one night.