As you may recall, on Sunday we had about a two-hour daylight visit from a skunk that was mostly just lying there like a lump, but that occasionally stirred itself to stumble around a bit. By the time we got someone to come out to collect it — or more accurately, to explain that he was not under contract to collect it — it had disappeared. Monday we had torrential rain and howling wind all day, and the skunk did not put in a reappearance. Yesterday it turned up again. To quote Monty Python, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it — it’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel for now i hav givin up on the folk singers becuz the all seem to have an abnormal attatchmint to cats so insted i hav deesided to tayk tuckers sugjestchun for sumwun diffrent to rite me a theem song and so welkum mister ozzy ozzborn!!!