Skunks must die!

It must be a terrier thing. Duncan seems to share Kerry's conviction that skunks are the Ultimate Vermin. He enjoys being on the couch with us, sometimes resting and watching TV, sometimes playing with his toys. 

He had another Kerry moment yesterday, too. Remember how she used to pounce on her dish to spill the kibble - until the day she mistakenly pounced on the water dish? Well, we've got a plastic water dish that clamps to the side of Duncan's crate. The actual bowl has a little bar on the bottom that fits through a slot in the base, then it rotates so it's solidly held in place. He's normally fine with it. But in one of his wild moments, he decided to drill for water from underneath. Somehow he rotated it far enough to knock over the bowl, spilling water everywhere. Most of it missed him, but he was (briefly) a rather subdued little puppy!

And just for Erin, here he is in the hated collar. He's been so good about leaving his splint alone that he only wears it at night, and we could probably leave it off even then but don't want to risk it.

School again tonight. And Erin will be home in time to go with us!