Skunked!

Tonight I became a man.

No self-respecting dog that spends any length of time on Martha's Vineyard has not been skunked. By that I mean had a date with destiny: Mr. Aroma, aka, The Maker of the Most Awesome Scents Of All Time...Mr. Skunk.

Our skunk is affectionately called "Aroma" by the Alphas. But he's no Pepe Le Pew, my friends.

This skunk is ornery and vindictive. He's had it in for me ever since I first set a paw on Martha's Vineyard. In fact, this island is lousy with skunks. I know, 'cause each morning when we set out for town and Ms. Alpha's coffee, I see the road kill. Actually, before I see it, I smell the aftermath.

Tonight, I went outside to do my usual business. I am very good about not straying, but something rustled down by the woods and I just had to rocket off and investigate. I came right back wearing the evidence of my chance meeting with The Skunk.

Was I surprised when I was promptly whisked off for a night time bath. That never happens! The Alphas said I was very lucky 'cause I wasn't too badly perfumed by Aroma. They think I was so fast that I just zoomed through the cloud of anger that Aroma set off.

I am so curious about skunks now. I learned they are black and white, just like me. They also have lush tails and stand at attention, just like I do when I am stacked in the show ring.

Can you see the resemblance?