The other day I was pulled across the road by a man's ears.
The raccoon I shot last month (it was attacking my 13 year old daughter. At least I understand it was attacking her by her rendition of the event and the fact that whilst describing the event, she was fluttering her arms) was discovered by the dogs last night. It had been decomposed and cleaned up by maggots and chickens. It did maintain that pungent sort of sweet long dead (but not too long dead) animal scent. Skippyjon Jones and Jack decided it was well worth a roll, apparently.
I wondered what the awful smell was last night. I went to bed. figured it out this morning. Kathy asked me if I had shut the gate. no. Apparently Skippyjon Jones is back for more this morning. guess I'll be giving dog baths tonight in the rain.
