Skunked

We co-lead a small group with another couple which means every other Tuesday night there are about 10 people in our living room talking about marriage, Jesus, hurt, and healing. And eating cake. Last night was like any other small group night, I had let Ike outside because he was too excited for all of the company.

This is pre-skunk. Being his regular ol' cute self yesterday afternoon.

As I started through the kitchen to let him back in I could smell it through the wall of the house: skunk. I opened the door to smell him and before I could he took off into the living room (where our guests didn't know what hit them). So just like that the smell spread from the patio outside through the kitchen and into the living room. Then as Drew drug him back through the kitchen and into the bathroom.

Needless to say we slept with our windows open last night. I gave him about 3 baths while small group finished up and he turned absolutely pitiful. I face-timed with my family and while he normally is right in front of the phone trying to get to them, he ran away. Ashamed I presume.

Then he started shaking. I'm hoping it's because he was still wet and we had all of the windows open. So I put the poor little guy to bed and covered him up. He seems to have recovered last night, but my guess is he'd like to get ahold of that little %!#@* today. I know I would.

And post-skunk. His behavior eerily reminded me of how he acted after he had his balls chopped off. Poor guy.