This is All the Skunk’s Fault

If Moondoggie hadn’t gotten skunked the other night, I would not have been afraid to let her out into the backyard.

Moondoggie made it clear that there was another unwanted visitor in the back yard. She lifted her nose to the air and growled as if to say, “Let me at ‘em.

“Oh no you don’t, girlfriend.  I am not spending half the night scrubbing you with lemon soap and hydrogen peroxide again. Just let Pepe le Pew be, and go to bed.”

While there was something a bit different about her behavior this time, I was not going down that road again.  “Fool me twice….

So I made Moondoggie lie down and go to sleep, and I did the same, thinking my caution very wise.

And then I woke up.

I made my kids breakfast, I fixed myself a cup of coffee, and went out to peruse my garden. With my coffee cup in one hand and my rose clippers in the other, I ventured forth, eager to cut some fresh morning blooms.  I love their beauty and their heady scent filling my house.

I strolled over to my rose garden and…

WTF?

This is the first time Bmbi ate all the rose petals around the flower. He usually just bites off the whole thing

The deer-rat ate half my cherry tree also.

Damn deer.

Damn skunk.

Damn dog.

Damn it!

Large rat with antlers

Comments

[Jacqueline]

Stupid rats, oh, I mean deer.