More Beau marathon posts, this one about an important life lesson.
Last evening, at dusk, Miss Sugar went for a walk, accompanied by our two dogs, Sadie and Beau.
Someone else was out walking, a creature that caught the attention of Beau. He unwisely threatened it, barking at it and cornering it, to the chagrin of Miss Sugar, who recognized Beau’s adversary for what it is — a skunk.
Beau is used to rabbits, who flee, and pronghorns, who flee. Skunks do not flee. They spray.
Now Beau knows that. He has been skunked.