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Cindi    Posted 05-29-2004 at 04:56:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
...hoping to pick up a few calves. We drove forty miles, dragging the trailer and two small livestock crates, sat there for three hours, and came home with a freakin' rabbit. I almost bought two emus. I almost bought a tiny baby pot bellied pig. In both instances common sense kicked in just in the nick of time. We were bullied (with giggles and doe-eyed looks) to buy the rabbit for Jen as she was with us, and fell in love with a little black fuzzy something or other. Oh well, five dollars. No big deal.

The real fun started at midnight when we got home.

All Fred and I talked about on the drive home was going to bed. We were both exhausted. Fridays tend to be that way.

The minute I walked in the door I smelled skunk. Jake was the most likely culprit as he was sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Jake...are you skunky ?

"Whuuut?"

"Did you get skunked?!"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Is it possible that you wouldn't have noticed a thing like that if it happened?"

"I wouldn't think so."

"Can't you smell that?"

"I don't smell a thing. I got a cold. My nose is all plugged up." He sniffed then, a rattling sound, to emphasize his point. Just then Fred walked in behind me.

"What the *&!! is that smell?! Boy! Did you get skunked?"

I was starting to get a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Jake...is Elvis in the house?" I asked.

He comes in at night, most nights, but the kids will always let him in if they're home alone. I have no idea why. If they really needed protection he would be useless. He's scared of his own shadow.

"Yeah."

"Where's he at?"

"In your room."

Fred and I just about knocked each other down trying to get back to the bedroom. There was Elvis in all his stinky, skunky glory, stretched out like a dead dog in the middle of our king-sized bed. I heard a hissing sound and looked over my shoulder at Fred. He had gone all red in the face and I could see he was trying to form a word. I knew what that word was. (Jake!) I guess Jake did too, as I heard the front door slam behind him as he took off out into the yard and relative safety.

It was an hour and a full linen change later before we could stand to be in the bedroom. Jake finally came back in and Fred told him none too politely that Elvis was never, ever, EVER allowed in the house again. Period.

"You're lucky I'm letting YOU back in here."

Jake just sniffed his rattly sniff and tried to look innocent. There is still the faint aroma of skunk in the house, as I suspect Elvis also layed on the throw rug by the door, possibly the love seat, and maybe even our bedroom carpet. It may take me a week to route out all the places he left his calling card. Mean time we can only hope we catch Jake's cold, so we won't have to smell it either.


George in TX    Posted 05-29-2004 at 14:13:11       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi another fine story as always. Thanks for the link and the invite to this place. I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of down to earth country folks with a great sense of humor. I'll visit again when I can.


Cindi    Posted 05-29-2004 at 17:49:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
Oh George! I'm glad you came! This is a great place as you'll soon see.


KellyGa    Posted 05-29-2004 at 07:16:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
A BUNNYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!! Cool. :)

Hey, Elvis was just doing what he always does, and I bet Jake DID smell it, and he knew he SHOULD clean the dog up, SHOULD that is. lol OH, I would be so mad. The worst we have ever had is the cat yacked on the bed somewheres, and if it is a really bad yack, you have to strip the bed, cause it soaks down into the sheets, YUCK!!! Doesn't stink like skunk though, just looks repulsive.


sharon g    Posted 05-29-2004 at 05:59:39       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Sure his name isn't John -- 6'2 1/2", 250 #s? 15 yo who thinks he's 30???? Sounds like you've got a clone of my son. LOL


Bruce    Posted 05-29-2004 at 05:36:22       [Reply]  [No Email]
A light skunk odor is one of the many things that I look forward to each year in the spring, as a sure sign that I still live in the country. A very enjoyable sensation, outside!


DD    Posted 05-29-2004 at 05:23:22       [Reply]  [No Email]
I'm not laughin at you Cindi, Honest. Poor Jake just can't win for losing sometimes it seems. Typical teenager ; ) Thanks for the story this morning and I hope you get all your "problems" aired out today. You might try setting a glass dish of Ammonia in your room. It will absord bad odors. Any glimpse of those cute lil pups yet?


EEeewww.... Fern(Mi)    Posted 05-29-2004 at 05:08:05       [Reply]  [No Email]
Without a dog we recieve calling cards around about the places. The worst around where i feed the barn cats. At least our odors air out...out there.
Fernan


Cindi    Posted 05-29-2004 at 12:25:19       [Reply]  [No Email]
DD, yep! We went under the house and dragged them out and then I blocked the holes in the underpinning so they can't get back under there. Their eyes are fully open and they are BARKING. Too cute.


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