So I’m at the park with Roscoe this morning as usual. Cloudy, foggy and still very dark at 6:30am. Roscoe is up ahead chasing rabbits like always when suddenly he comes running back and falls into healing position on his own. I ask “what is it boy, a coyote”? That’s the only time I see him act like this. Further up through the gloom I see the fence at the end of the field. Walking back and forth along the fence is a small black goose. I look down at Roscoe wondering what’s your problem bud. He should have that goose in his mouth and bringing it to me for plucking. As I get closer Roscoe drops out of heal position at my side and is now directly behind me. I can’t believe this, my big tough dog scared of a little black goose. Its right about this time I realize that long black neck on this goose is actually the long black tail of a skunk, with the business end pointing our way. In my head I hear Roscoe saying “Don’t do it Dad”! “Been here before and this is where things go horribly wrong.” Needless to say we both made a hasty retreat. Twice now I’ve posted about Roscoe getting sprayed right in the Face. So I needed to let you all know that indeed the third time is the charm. And you can teach an old dog new tricks.