[Dailydrool] 3:11 a.m. Conley's Adventure

[Beverly Szaton]

One of the dogs-- Nigel I think-- woke me up about 2:30. Nigel doesn't like
to poop in his large expen but at that hour I am not about to take him
outside just to see if that is what he wants. He knows I will clean up and
he has never been punished for this problem. Old housebreaking rules being
broken, to his dismay.

So Conley wanted out.
Ok he can mobile around so I opened the back door, turned on the light and
out he went with his usual and immediate stop at the gate, where the cats
come into the yard at night and god knows what else.

And then I got started doing some thing else.
Now my sniffer is very bad. Years of allergies and smoking destroyed it
pretty well. I cant' smell much, in other words. And so it was with some
dubiousness that the first of The Scent wafted across my nostrils. And
because, perhaps, of the time, it took another minute or so --maybe less--
for the brain to process the impact of that gentle odor-- not strong, not
offensive (yet) , just...skunkie. SKUNK????? HOLY ----!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Conley is outside!!!!

Very quickly now I got to the back door and due to some long-past but
really horrible experiences with *Memphitis memphitis*  and my dogs, I
opened the door slowly. Conley was right there. Right at the door, curled
with his back against the fence and his anxious and horrified gaze upon the
door handle....(Please god, let it open) and coming at him, maybe five feet
away, tail up, like a Marine making a measured assualt, a HUGE skunk. Very
slowly I opened the door and Conley slid in, relief in every muscle. Very
slowly I turned off the light first (see, we are not interested in you,
Memphitis) and shut the door.
Conley was actually grateful. He fell into my arms with his tail pounding.
OH THANK YOU  THANKYOU!! WhatWAS that? It...it smelled Mama, and I think he
hated me....
Yes dear.

I never credited Conley with enough brains to stay away from skunks. I will
have to rethink his intellectual abilities.

It is now 3:34 in the morning, and I am up.

MomPerson to the still Basset smelling Conley, Llewis who now wants out and
is s--t outta luck, and Nigel, asleep.
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