Spoke too soon

For my second steamy evening run, I took Scout, my parents' dog.  She loved running through the wildflowers and was particularly interested in this dense thicket along the roadside about halfway home.  She disappeared into it and I heard this strange clucking sound from within.  She emerged covered in skunk spray.  Yee-haw, Arkansaw.

Comments

[Marcella]

Hey there! you don't need to go to Arkansas to bump into skunks, I have one in my backyard here in Stamford...By the way, I really like your blog!