It took 48 hours longer than I thought it would... but this evening Dusty came back into the house with a reeking perfume on his ruff. This picture of the whatever-it-was (I don't really want to know) does not do justice to the stench.
Consider yourselves lucky that the Internet has no scratch and sniff capabilities.
Paybacks are always hell, aren't they?
ReplyDeleteHe gotcha! There's a skunk hanging around/under our sheep shed so we know it's coming! But even skunk isn't as bad as what you had to deal with...I know that smell...ugh!
ReplyDeletebeen away, but am catching up. Hmm fox poo?
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