hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay chek owt wot wuz going on owtside owr howse the other nite!!! warning this may set yore dogs off if yoo hav dogs!!! and if yoo do not hav dogs maybe yoo wud like to borro my cranky brother tucker for a wile??? ha ha just kidding mama sez i am not allowd to sell or rent tucker owt ennymore krool krool mama ok ennyway heer is the viddyo!!!
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.”
So this morning, we woke up to find this guy on the hill behind our house: