I just got back from flying to my parent's house for Dad's 80th birthday party. They were telling lots of stories...funny how those always get better with age!
My mother was telling us about her pet skunk Puddy. It seems that Dad was "blessed" with the "booby prize" from a telephone company picnic. Mother and her mother were in love with the skunk by the time my grandfather got home...so the deal was sealed. At least until Puddy ate the stuffing out of the underside of the couch, chewed the insulation off the wires, etc....then he went to the National Zoo.
Mother said that my grandfather (a Naval officer) was the math department head at the Naval Academy at the time. When the tourists would drive through the Academy (a historic site) they tended to drive up on the grass when they saw my mother or her sister walking Puddy on his leash!
And I guess that explains a lot about me! I was raised by the skunk people!
Feeling blessed, how about you?