One evening around dusk, our Great Dane Navy and I went out to secure chickens in the coop for the night. I got the main coop in "lock-down," while Navy did her "perimeter sweep" for predators. I was heading towards the smaller coop, when I saw a skunk meander out from under it, and start on his way, to do whatever it is skunks do.
"I hope Navy doesn't see ..." when from behind me, I heard the sound of a 130 pound dog on a mission.
She blew past me, I started running after her, and it turned into a slow motion scene from a war movie.
"Naaavvveeee! Nnnnnnooooooo ... oooooooooooooo..."
As she grabbed the skunk by the back, it occurred to me that I was running toward a situation that was out of my control, and was only going to end worse if I got any closer. So I watched helplessly as she savagely shook him, threw him in the air and shook him some more. She finally dropped him, and watched to see if he was still moving. I actually thought for a second it was going to work out okay, and Navy must have thought the same, because she relaxed a little. And that's when the skunk got up, rolled into a headstand and shot her point blank, in the face.
She ran off for the house, saliva streaming behind her; I ran after her, occasionally stopping to vomit as well. The skunk meandered back under the coop. I don't know how the skunk spent the rest of his night, but I know the dog and I spent the next several hours of ours "lathering, rinsing, gagging, and repeating" in the driveway.
