SHE WAS LACY THEN; NOW, SHE'S DIXIE. |
At first, I thought it was a big squirrel or a small cat, because of the tail. Then I realized that this "cat" wasn't pure black and white, but it had a white stripe.
And it was no cat.
Dixie kept trying to get to it, and the skunk wasn't trying to get away. It bushed up its tail — a bad sign — but at least the tail was pointed away from us.
I immediately pulled Dixie mightily in the other direction, and I moved faster than I've gone in years. I didn't give Dixie her usual time to stop and sniff. It seemed like it took us seconds to get back to the car port.
I looked back; nothing. Good. Wonderful.
I'll have to be more careful in the future. Dixie obviously had never encountered a skunk before. Hopefully, she never will again.
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