He stood up and asked, “Did he get into a skunk?”
I started shakin’ my head. “Dag nab it. I thought I got that smell off of him.”
Lukus let out a short laugh. “He doesn’t smell like skunk. He smells like Palmolive.”
I nodded my head. “Good. He killed a skunk down in the woods near the barn.”
Lukus bent over and started lovin’ on Wobbly and tellin’ him what a good boy he was. I was tryin’ not to get mad because Lukus doesn’t always think ahead like most folks. I reckoned he didn’t realize encouragin’ Wobbly would only mean that dog would go skunk huntin’ again the next chance he got.
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