And Finally... February 23, 2015

It was the second of the major snow storms this season. It started blowing and snowing on Sunday February 1 and by Monday everything from the NY line to Boston was closed. So that Monday morning, like every morning, despite the snow I let my two Springer Spaniels, Princess Aurora AKA Rory and Lord Bentley, AKA Bentley out to play in the snow. (Springer Spaniel breeders have this haughty tradition of giving their dogs, particularly show-dogs honorific names. Who am I to change traditions?) After a few minutes outside, I heard this uncharacteristic loud and persistent barking, so I put on my coat and snow boots and went around the back of the house through two feet of snow and found my lovely dogs had cornered a skunk.

I could immediately smell that the skunk defensively had sprayed both dogs. So I grabbed Bentley and while backing away from the skunk, I stood up underneath the four foot deck and hit the back of my head so hard that I fell to the ground. While on the ground with one dog still in hand, the skunk slinked right past my head. I am eye level with the critter, hoping that he does not also see me as a threat. Fortunately, he does not. I get both dogs into the house and the skunk runs off into the woods behind my house.

Two days and six showers later, I let them out again thinking that both the dogs and the skunk had learned their lessons and had arrived at some sort of territorial truce. Wrong! Again I hear the loud barking coming from the side of the house. I was literally on my way to work for a GNEMSDC board meeting that morning. Again, the skunk sprays both dogs. I get both dogs into the house again and into the shower for another set of showers. After my fourth shower of the morning, sans canines, and get dressed again to go the board meeting. In my haste and because by now, I cannot smell the pungent aroma of skunk on me anymore, I put on the same suit I had on when I retrieved the dogs from the skunk an hour earlier.

As soon as I walk into the office, Julia, Jose, Jennifer, Jerilynn and Diane start sniffing and they ask, "Do you smell a skunk?" I have to admit that I am the source of the offense. But now it is too late to go back home and change to be on time for the board meeting. So I start the board meeting with an apology for smelling like a skunk.  It was a meeting that unfortunately, did not have the smell of success.

After the board meeting I had a meeting with New Haven Mayor Toni Harp. On the advice of all I had come within sniffing range, I returned home, took another shower put my suit in a bag and changed clothes.

I wonder if there is a lesson here for anybody other than to not let your dogs play with skunks. Or perhaps more philosophically, if you hang out with people (dogs) who hang out with skunks, don't be surprised if you smell like a skunk - and you might not even realize it!