Me VS. Mr. Skunk

Well late last night, mum took me to the elementary school yard next to our house for a walk. I love going for walks at night because that's when I can do my "hunting"! We walked around the play ground, the soccer field and then to the big garbage bin around the corner. So of course, I made my usual rounds around the bin to have a good sniff at all the goodies that had been thrown in there. Lo and behold, Mr. SKUNK jumped out of the bin. He took one look at me, and turned to show me his nice "butt".

I wasn't on a leash and I could hear mum using her loudest "whisper scream" (it was late, didn't want to wake the neighbours up) to get me to "leave it". However, my adrenaline was pumping, my terrier instincts were kicking in and I was ready to go and make the kill .........

UNTIL.........

I all of a sudden remembered my last encounter with a skunk who came into MY yard: it was my first time coming face to face with a skunk. I had only seen them while I was on-leash before where I couldn't get a close enough sniff or look at them because, well, mum had that scared look on her face everytime. So this time, when the skunk came into MY yard, I felt it was my responsibility to protect My properties (including mum). I ran up to it, grabbed it by the neck and shook it. It was dead alright, but I wished I was too...... HOLY c$ap could that thing ever fart, and right into my face I might add!! Of course that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was the countless tomato paste, lime juice, hydrogen peroxide bathes I had to endure and still I smelled like a skunk. MY house, MY bed, MY furnitures all smelled like the skunky fart. Everywhere I walked, people around me would comment on my "attractive" smell. I tell ya, it was the most humiliating thing I've ever had to endure.

Ever since that day, I vowed to myself that the next time I see one of those farty things, I will do whatever I can to scare the $&%# out of them but stay OUT of the shooting range!!!

So last night, even though my adrenaline was pumping, my terrier instincts were dying to come out, I was able to control all that when I came face to face with Mr. Skunk. As soon as I realized what it was, I quickly backed up out of the shooting range. However, I wasn't just gonna walk away from it since that's just not the terrier style. So I started doing big circles around Mr. Skunk while making that scary snarly, threatening noise that can send pins and needles down your spine (at least that's what I like to believe). Well, I think I got my revenge because Mr. Skunk just stood there motionless with his tail way up in the air, BUT he didn't spray!!!

I'm so proud of myself because I'm sure I scared Mr. Skunk real good, and the best part was - I didn't stink up the whole neighborhood!!! Needless to say, my mum was both surprised and relieved. She was surprised because she thought I would have just gone after Mr. Skunk like I would if it were a cat or some other critter, but I didn't. She was relieved because she was sure that she would be "de-skunking" me in the middle of the night, not to mention putting up with the nasty smell for the next couple of months LOL ........