sunrise: 4:59
Sunday morning. Since I just finished mowing all of the trails out back yesterday (I love to mow, especially on our shiny new ride-on that we bought last fall), I thought I might wax philosophic about choosing one's path.
Unfortunately, on my way back to the house the dogs encountered a skunk under an apple tree. All three of them. It is comical, from a distance, to watch them react. Shaking heads, foaming mouths. Kate did a move I'd never seen before - running along low to the ground like a vacuum cleaner with the side of her face pressed into the grass. When that didn't work she went into the pond.
They sit locked in the barn and await me and my bottle of SkunkKleen.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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