Of course, there was that time that Jack managed to get skunked about 10 minutes before we finished loading up sheep into my trailer. I then proceeded to spend the next several hours (4 to be exact) pulling a trailer full of my sheep with Jack riding shotgun, as they say, next to me. You may be asking yourself how that could be. Well, I had one of the worst head colds of my life and couldn't smell anything. And Jack didn't seem to mind. For him, it was just another perfect day.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Jack vs. Pepe le Pew
There's nothing like being awakened at 2 a.m. by your barking dog only to hope that it's not really the smell of skunk wafting through your house. I'm sure Jack's intentions were good. But the skunk's aim was even better and he (or she) managed to spray my front door. Luckily, Jack was inside the house and only the front of the house smells. In fact, it smells so strong it makes your eyes water when you walk by. I'm sure it will wear off soon.
Labels: chickens, jack, eggs, life, the farm
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