Everytime I think that the commando bassets have hit a new low in terms of intelligence, they "one up" themselves. This week, their genius move was to corner a skunk. I let them out one morning at 5:30, as I normally do. I then headed back inside to finish getting dressed for work.
All of a sudden, I hear a cacophony of howling from down below and peer out my bedroom window? What do I see? All three commando bassets howling furiously at one beleaguered and increasingly unhappy skunk. I tore downstairs and raced outside, where our two younger commando bassets, Phoebe and Sadie, had decided that the skunk would make a WONDERFUL playmate. To show that their intentions were nothing but friendly, they decided to chase the skunk. Flash, summong the full power of all four of his active brain cells, was waddling after them at sundial speed. The skunk was close to deciding that enough was enough. He (she?) had put the brakes on, and was positioning his/her rear end for missile launch.
I cut the girls off at the pass and grabbed one under each arm, and yanked them back to the door. Flash, fortunately, decided that this was a fine time to poop, and he lost interest in the skunk, which happily went under our fence and out of the yard.
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