Monday, August 24, 2009

August 23

Jonathan woke me up Sunday morning to come look at the visitor he had found on the back porch. In the wee hours, but Sunday morning. And now it's officially Monday the 24, so this was yesterday. And Laurel's going to sleep!


Laurie Lynn said...

When we lived in the country, our dog, Crosby always rooted out the skunks. Crosby would stand, face to back-end-of-skunk barking. Of course the skunk would spray.
Crosby took it like some badge (or Brut scent for dogs) and of course we's either have to bathe him (little help) or avoid him for awhile! Crazy!

TAB said...

Oh man! A visit from Pepe LePew!