I lied, sort of. This is a picture from yesterday, Dottie in the barley and she chased out a muskrat and got nipped for her troubles:
Muskrat gives me the hairy eyeball as he heads back into the marsh.
Cassie, our Red Heeler that passed away last year, would have Captain & Tennille'd that muskrat...Dottie seems to want to make friends.
Then, today, I am parked enjoying the breeze, when Dottie sees this on the farm next to mine:
She gets within five feet; the skunk is completely in a GAS mode and I get Dottie back to the Ranger before Peppy goes chemical.
I don't shoot anything on the farm but ground hogs so, while I am always armed on my circuits (think rabid animals) I rarely engage.
The Muskrat may need a .22 attitude adjustment, however. MF'er looked me right in the grill.