The Polecat.

I am now under "lock down".Yes, it's true. Yesterday while on our early morning run, it appears I did something extremely stupid. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined something so beautiful could produce such a nostril burning scent. WOW is all I can say.

As soon as the tailgate in the pickup truck opened up, I hit the ground running on all four paws just as fast as my legs could carry me. Of course, I prefer to be the leader of the pack when it comes to exploring the fields. I wouldn't want one of my lovely ladies to show me up, and find something special before me. Guess what? I'm not sure I will have this same attitude on future adventures. I heard Master Dan give a holler for me to come right back, but my ears weren't up to par that early in the morning, or maybe the truth is, I just plain ignored him. Whatever the case, I ended up nose to nose with this black and white creature. I thought it was just another critter out on it's morning run too. I must have came up on it too fast, because all of a sudden the right side of my face was hit with the foulest smelling substance I have ever encountered. I tried my darndest to remove it by rubbing it furiously on the ground, but to no avail. I immediately decided I'd better return to my girls, and Master Dan who happened to be standing there with this odd look on his face. It wasn't really a happy-to-see-you look either.

The morning run came to an abrupt halt. We were loaded back up into the pickup, and promptly returned home. The girls weren't acting like themselves. They usually like to stick real close to me, but I'm not sure if they were mad because their run was cut short, or because I stunk to high heaven. Either way, it was the beginning of a horrible day.

I overheard Master Dan on the phone with Master Mom saying something about one of us tangled with a skunk. Ummmm? There is a first time for everything, and hopefully I have learned my lesson. I spent the rest of the day in my kennel under the Maple tree in the front yard. At least they didn't lock me away in some dungeon. As soon as Master Mom got home from work, I found myself in the bathtub. She sprayed this lemon stuff all over me, and used some really good smelling soap. I don't think I've ever been scrubbed so figurously. I thought my fur was going to fall out. Then she took some scissors, and cut some of my hair. My wonderful nighttime ritual of sleeping in this wonderfully comfortable bed has turned into a real life nightmare. I've been banned to my kennel inside the garage. As you can see by the picture above, I am allowed vistors, and I do have a room with a view.

Does anybody know how long I will have to live like this?

Signed,

The General a/k/a Boiler