The skunk looked at me with pain and sorrow in his eyes….in her eyes? In his or her eyes—you see with skunks it’s sorta, kinda, hard to tell. I can never tell until they talk. Usually skunks don’t talk, they just turn around, back up a little bit and lift THAT TAIL! The tail does all the talking for them…as for finding out if the skunk, which backed up and sprayed you, is male or female…who can tell with green, burning, stink in your eyes.
Anyway, the skunk just looked at me with pain and sadness and well, concern in its little beady eyes, while I—WHILE I STAYED AS FAR AWAY AS I COULD UNDER THE CHICO BRUSH!
“Gosh…Don’t be afraid. I just want to be friends.” He said. HE! That black and white polecat is a He—a mighty pretty striped He, I might add.
“Friends!” I ask incredulous. “I don’t think I have EVER been a friend to a skunk!”
“Well, there is always a first time.” The rather pretty striped skunk replied. A smile bloomed on his face.
A smile bloomed on his face making my face bloom, with a smile, right back!
“Friends”, I pondered. Friends with a skunk, who would have ever thought of that?
“Okay! Sounds like a deal. Friends!” I said, putting my right paw up in the air for a high-five.
(An old photo as you can see)
“My name is Oreo,” the little skunk announced; high-fiving me with his left paw. “I’ve been really lonely up here for some time. Oh, there are badgers, and squirrels, lots of birds and owls, coyotes and fox, even some skunk families scattered about, but no one has been interested in just playing with me. They are all busy of doing whatever it is they do.”
I sat there staring at the little feller. He really was a small skunk, maybe not yet a year old. He seemed all dejected and sad in a skunk sorta way. Heck, it made my beaglie heart go out to the little guy.
“Well, Friends we are!” I announced. “My name is Boomer, I am a Beagle, which is a dog, by the way. You do know about dogs, don’t you?” I cocked me head to one side and lifted my ears just a little bit, “You know that skunks are supposed to SPRAY dogs, don’t you?”
I backed up just a tad when I said that.
“DON’T!” Oreo yelled. “Don’t back up! I’m not going to spray you. I promise…I just want to play, have fun, do something besides search for bugs to eat, scratch at the earth searching for food, always looking and looking for food. There MUST be something more to life than FOOD!”, he wailed.
“Hummm…well”, I pondered out-loud. “Food is mighty important. I heartily enjoy all the food I get.”
“Well…” Oreo sat down dejectedly… “Yes, I agree…but there really needs to be more…I’ve thought and thought about this and I have decided I want to experience FUN! Fun!”
“Fun is pretty good.” I agreed. “I’m up here because I like doing stuff different than following Mom here and there, sleeping in my dog house, or in the house, or on my bed, or in the sun…I’m up here searching out NEWS, because I find searching out news FUN!”
“Okay.” Oreo announced. “Then I’m going to search out news with you! I want to experience FUN in my life. And, maybe, just maybe along the way I can show you some things I like to do for fun!” He raised his right paw this time to high-five me.
I looked at him for a moment, sitting there with his big fluffy tail all spread out behind him, front right paw raised for a high-five, a HUGE smile on his face and my heart said
“SURE!” I raised my left paw and we high-fived.