Wonderful. There must be a skunk living in our barn. For the third night in a row now, I've seen a skunk coming out of our barn when I'm walking Savannah at night. Lucky me.
Savannah saw that skunk tonight as well, and she started growling under her breath as she lunged for it. Thankfully, I saw the skunk first and I was holding her leash extra tight so she wouldn't get away from me. Just what I need... a puppy getting sprayed by a skunk. And all that nonsense about tomato juice taking away the stink of a skunk is just that-- nonsense.
The skunk was just walking calmly out of the barn as if he owned it, and I guess, given the god-awful spray of a skunk, what other animal would want to argue with him about his residency in the barn? Actually, the skunk looked quite pretty with that long bushy tail... I was keeping an eye on that tail of his--- when the tail goes up, the spray comes out, but Savannah and I were far enough away from the skunk that I don't think the spray would have caught us... but I wouldn't have wanted to test that theory.
There have been mornings when I open the back door and I can smell the odor of a skunk, so I guess the skunk comes out of our barn, walks around our property and the surrounding ones, then goes back into hiding before the sun comes up.
So far in that barn, we've had armadillos, possums, foxes, raccoons, stray cats, countless birds, and now skunks. I should have a sign on the front of the barn that says "Welcome Wildlife and Assorted Creatures."
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