No Love For Skunk

Walking Jasper last night, I didn't even see the moment the young skunk started running across the street to say hello. Jolted out of his nighttime marking mission, Jasper growled and jumped at the end of his leash. The young skunk stopped and pointed his tail straight up in alert surprise. You could tell the skunk was hurt and taken aback at getting that kind of rejection. All the skunk had was love for his mammalian brother. Everyone loves Jasper, after all, but it was as if Jasper called the skunk ugly. I gently pulled Jasper away and let the disappointed skunk skulk away down the street. Jasper took his irritation out by biting his leash and propelling himself into my legs.