Mason Aug. 5
Snuffy had a rough week last week. On Tuesday morn we were awakened at about 5:30a.m. by Snuffy barking in the front yard. This wasn’t his usual gruff “Rouf! Rouf! Rouf!” It was more like, “Rouf!” pause, “Rouf!” pause, etc. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter; looking out the front sunroom windows, I first saw Snuffy rolling on the grass in the yard. Then I spied a smallish skunk with an almost totally white back, tail up, slowly backing away from Snuffy from about six feet distance. I decided to try and get Snuffy away from the skunk before he got sprayed again. I grabbed Snuffy’s leash and stepped outside the door to call him off. As soon as I hollered, I could see that Snuffy got the wrong idea. He assumed I was going to support him in the fight! He immediately grabbed the skunk and began violently shaking it! Right then I knew it was useless for me to even try to get involved, so I went back to bed.
When we got up, Snuffy was lying peacefully in his usual spot on the doormat outside the kitchen door. I went to get the paper and to see if I could find the skunk. At first, I found just the south end; then the head end, but the middle was gone! Snuffy is the first dog I’ve known that would eat a skunk! Phew!!
Late Friday afternoon, I took Snuffy for one of our usual walks in my woods on the other side of Hutchinson Brook. After making my loop and heading home, I saw no sign of Snuffy; I didn’t think of anything unusual, because Snuffy often beats me home. As I neared our driveway, I could hear Snuffy panting as he came trotting down the road behind me. As he trotted by, heading for the house, I took a close look, and didn’t like what I saw. The left side of his jaw, his tongue and nose were filled with porcupine quills!
When we got home, Mona and I tethered Snuffy tightly between two deck support posts. She held a towel tightly over Snuffy’s eyes, and I was able to cut the ends off most of the quills with sizzors, but was able to only pull a few quills out before he got too grouchy for me. First thing Saturday morning I called the vet hospital where we normally take him and got an appointment to have the quills removed. That afternoon we brought him home with a couple bottles of pills and a much lighter wallet!