Skunky

Yesterday, someone dropped a puppy in my momma's yard while she was at work.

(Most of the town knows my momma, given that she's been a local nurse for over 40 years.  They know she'll take care of any critter that needs it.  She's been known to have a bag of cat food in the trunk of her car for animals of patients who are financially struggling.  She jokes that the local vet dropped it in her yard, knowing that she'll bring it in and pay for shots and neuter.)

Puppy is about 3 or 4 months old, black and white mix.

Roy spent most of the day with the dog: feeding it twice, letting it in the house, giving it a ride to the golf course, and naming it Skunky.

When she went out to get the morning paper, Skunky was sleeping on the doorstep.