So, it’s late on a Friday night and I need to pee (as every wee dog does once in a while). I know it’s cold out there, my jacket keeps me warm but my paws get cold. But when you gotta go, ya gottta go. So, I get Joe to take me outside. It’s dark and none of those strange birds are about – the ones that fluff their feathers, make strange noises and travel in packs - I counted 17 the other day – Patsy & Susie keep talking about Wild Turkey (I saw that on a bottle in Malachai’s bar once - not that I would know anything about Bourbon ;)
Out the back door, down the steps, not slippery tonight and once around the truck. Hey what’s that? I smell something – looks a bit like the cats I used to play with in Killough – it’s black & white but very fluffy. Come out and play I coax, then out of nowhere this spray comes at me. What the h*** is that smell? I hear Joe shouting and running back indoors. Hey, wait for me – my eyes are stinging too – the cats never did anything like that, I only wanted to play.
I’m attached to something – I can’t get away. Well, I guess I’ll just sit and wait – Patsy will be come get me – she always does. Sometimes she goes away for a long time – but she always comes back! Patience is one of my many virtues. I hear all sorts of commotion indoors – what are they doing – my bum is getting cold out here – get a move on Ladies!
There she is – pick me up please – I’m cold and I want to go back indoors. Oh, that’s nice, they brought me a blanket. Wait, what are you doing now – what’s that red stuff you are putting on me? OK, that’s better, warm blanket- feels like Cashmere, that’s more like it. OK, I know I’m cold but no need to run on the snow. Where’s the fire? Why are we going to the bathroom – I have just been outside! Water? What the H***? Why am I getting a bath this late at night?
After being bathed & blow-dried, Oisin was allowed curl up on his bed and recover from his adventure with a SKUNK!!! In case you ever get caught in a similar situation apparently the best cure for the smell is tomato paste (or Ketchup) which is what he had rubbed all over him before he was hurried to the bathroom for cleaning & disinfecting. Unfortunately Joe’s truck didn’t fare so well – I wonder how long before they get the smell out of it? BTW - Did you know Skunks are reluctant to use their smelly weapon (did you know they carry just enough of the chemical for five or six uses—about 15 cc—and require some ten days to produce another supply!) so he must have felt very threatened by wee Oisin!!!
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