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LOL!
Thanks for the laugh!
posted by
RachelAnna
on July 19, 2004 at 9:53 AM
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oh
well don't rub it in
posted by
Xeno-x
on July 19, 2004 at 9:39 AM
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yeah, old man
You've told me that one before.
posted by
kooka_lives
on July 19, 2004 at 9:26 AM
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yes it does -- I don't know if we'll sleep at your house when we come out there. toys that talk and make noise -- sheesh!!! - I had plastic and rubber cowboy figures (Roy Rogers) that I had to give voices to --
Roy: There's bad guys in town.
Dale: Don't worry about it, Roy, Trigger and Bullet will take care of it. Let's go you know where and do you know what.
although my imagination didn't really extend that far.
now for my skunk story
lived down in Southeast Missouri, at the farm my Dad rented from my Mother's uncle (married her aunt), whic he inherited from my Mother's grandfather Shoemaker, who built the house in the mid-18th C., dug a well down 60 feet through solid granite, settled the land (lived in the house he bult). no running water, but did have elctricity -- phone co. hadn't run lines out there yet -- outhouse, drew water from the well with a bucket, heated with wood -- Franklin type stove -- I had fun -- really liked it.
house was set on stones, with a space beneath it where our dogs slept -- typical country -- had at least four dogs around -- that's another story --
one morning -- @ 2 or 3 I think -- I woke up. It wasn't noise that woke me up.
It was the smell.
Skunk smell.
It seems a skunk had wandered (unfortunately for it) beneath our house and probably was secure in thinking that its defenses were sufficient. It was wrong. Our Blue Mountain Shepherd bitch was one the most fierce dogs for her size I had ever known. The skunk ended up as a frost-covered hunk on our side lawn. The dogs had basically ignored the skunk's usual defense and pretty well tore it up -- but not without consquences -- for us, not the dogs, because the dogs went back to business as usual, lying around beneath the house and chasing rabbits when they weren't coming out barking at people who'd come by.
I was a senior in high school. For two weeks everybody there knew when I was coming. There was not way in hell to get that smell out of our clothes even after a good washing. It took several good washings.
Ok so there's my skunk story.
posted by
Xeno-x
on July 19, 2004 at 8:57 AM
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Amen to that!
posted by
HarveyG
on July 18, 2004 at 11:05 PM
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