In the wee, small hours.....

In the wee hours of the morning, Rusty the
P-dogger, old dog that he is, just hadda go outside....I assumed ‘cuz old dogs gotta pee at odd hours of the nite....’course, it’s really hard to know per’zackly what dogs are talking about ‘specially in the middle of the nite....’n maybe he was telling me that we had a trespasser....
which in point of fact is what we had....not a human trespasser, not someone rifling thru the Matrix which happens occasionally when for some reason or other, I happen to leave the thing unlocked....no indeed, it wasn’t a human visitor that Rusty encountered in our driveway in the wee hours of the morning....it wuz one of those nocturnal creepers that seem t’be endemic to Ol Fair Oaks...one of the Crestline Avenue Skunks....I saw Rusty trot out to the front of the driveway, pause ‘n retreat to the porch wherein I got a sniff.....poor me.....poor Rusty...
nuthin’ for it but t’do it....I bundled him into the bathroom, dropped him in the tub ‘n started the water...I soaped him ‘n scrubbed him ‘n repeated the process twice’t....poor old hangdog Rusty...but that wuzn’t the worst thing I did to him in those wee small hours...
nosirreebob.....I dried him off as best as I could ‘n really hurt his feelings when I locked him out of the bedroom.....Oh, I left a light on for him, I even debated leaving the teevee on for him but decided that wasn’t really necessary...
he whined ‘n complained but finally gave up when I wudn’t relent ‘n he took his time about forgiving me when I got up this morning....ah well, what c’n I say, he needed a bath anyway, I just hadn’t planned on giving him one in the middle of the nite but sometimes circumstances require immediate action