It lunged from behind the bush. Its telltale shape,
characteristic white stripe and bushy tail, had come to visit that
day. “Stay away from me, little girl” he seemed to scream. “Go
away”, he warned “or I will let you have it”! And so he did.
Little 'Ella', our son and 'daughter's' 17-pound, 16-month old mini-schnauzer, now
had something to call her own. It was a moment to remember. Eight days ago, Ella met
a skunk!
It was a sunny day when the gunslinger came to town waving his
weapon towards all who would dare come near. Ella stood there,
realizing, that, perhaps, tempering her enthusiasm for investigating
all things that moved outdoors should have been seriously considered. One look should have sufficed but her zealous, youthful,
happy-go-lucky nature had not yet matured. She did not know that
a skunk was a different kind of soul mate, not easily understood or
liked by many in the neighbourhood. They had met in a most unlikely
way. ... (Mall Cop, her older brother, was kept inside, watching and wondering when he
was going to be allowed outside to investigate, too.)
A flurry
of activity to contain and, hopefully, eliminate this horrid smell,
began immediately. "What was all the fuss about, anyway?" Mall Cop mused. "I didn't see anything.")
Volunteers were on site, working in tandem, to remove the odorous
cloud that had enveloped this innocent, young pup. A tiny, joyful
bundle of energy had been attacked by a skunk. She did not
deserve it.
'Ella' hoped her 'new costume' would soon disappear. Nighttime would be here. She would be coming indoors to sleep,
perchance to dream, if at all possible, without that scent following
her into the house. Though she was a talkative little thing, at
times, she always listened whenever mom or dad called her, unlike her
older brother. Typically, he would pontificate before
strongly being advised to follow instructions, now. ... (But he was
still "sooo goood", his dad would often say.
Miss E's
compliance that day was a top
priority. A stringent washing routine was begun. All regular business ceased that afternoon. An
emergency run to the pet store for specific bathing remedies and a
strict adherence to bathing protocols of untold dimension began in
earnest. An unthinkable act had occurred. A heavy male presence dominated the scene, all working
together to help purify this cute little thing and restore her to her
former sweet self. (Her older brother could only wait and wonder,
“Was I next in line for a bath? I just had one. Why do I need another, so soon?" I
was disheartened when told of the nuisance event, but comforted by
the lessons it was about to teach us all.
Thank you, Mr. Skunk, for bringing life to a standstill for all of us. 'Ella' had not been attacked by a predator whose modus operandi might have been claws, sharp teeth and terror! She had been touched by an odorous cloud, an invisible dome, a skunk's unique signature of protection. Ella would live to tell the story. She did not require a vet's visit or emergency surgery. ... A car had not hit her. ... She had not been kidnapped. ... She was still here, in one piece and in the same body in which she awoke that sunny morning.
The outdoors is called that for a reason. Indoors is generally a safer, more predictable place, where we are generally the masters of our own fate.. Mother Nature's home is a place we visit. It is not our place. Danger, beauty, the unpredictable and unimaginable, in all forms, are some of her endless disguises. We must be respectful and careful. Her power is endless and far-reaching.
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