Last night the dogs and I walked up Cow Hill to check out the sunset. I arrived just in time to see Elsie running in circles and rubbing her face on the ground and Otis thrashing some furred creature. I quickly saw that it was a skunk. He was shaking it and thumping it on the ground.
I screamed at him and he dropped it whereupon it discharged both barrels right in his face. Then Otis began to sneeze and cough and sputter and rub his face on the ground. Both
dogs totally wrecked. Poor shaken skunk retreated into burrow, which looks a lot
like a pack rat’s nest right on the summit of Cow Hill, now renamed Skunk Hill.
Wow, did those dogs stink. I used a half gallon of tomato juice on Otis, who really got the worst of it. I borrowed another half gallon of V8 from neighbors and did Elsie. I told both dogs
they were stupid stupid stupid. They were slinking around looking stupid.
Then I filled buckets with warm water and shampooed them really well, but they still stink. They both went to bed very early. Just another evening at Golder Ranch, but a far cry
Skunk Thumper #10
Apache Reservation Dog #12
and their handler