we have had a few pet deer and a racoon - never a skunk! I would be super paranoid as once skunked..... your never the same
we have had a few pet deer and a racoon - never a skunk! I would be super paranoid as once skunked..... your never the same
Down in the USA there are breeders who get all sorts of cool colors for skunks, pinks, blues, reverse stripe, you name it. In Canada we aren't legally allowed to keep them as pets, I found that out, after I got mine. I had to use our fur farm licence at first and then obtained a movie animal licence for the kids. If it wasn't so heartbreaking when they die we'd still have a bunch, but we both got waaay too attached to them, my wife especially. Of all the animals I've owned over 40 years, skunks are the only ones who I bonded with so strongly. They are just amazing animals. If I had the property I'd have wild ones and pet ones, probably dozens of them.
...and to think today you just have fangs
Rob Engh
BC, Canada
How long do they live? How do they compare to dogs or cats in trainability and maintenance
Things that make me go "Grrrrr.."
Dog of war: Taliban claims to have captured military canine
http://www.foxnews.com/world/2014/02...g-report-says/
I'd be incredibly happy if SGT Bergdahl came home.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowe_Bergdahl
If he brought home the British MWD, that would be a bonus as well.
I've met skunks that lived to 17yrs and heard of a couple making 19. But ours only made 7ys (Damsel), our first boy Samson (Dams brother) only made 4 years. Turned out the diet we were feeding them wasn't anywhere near right. They are a true omnivore and need that kind of diet. One of the other reasons we probably won't do it again, felt awful finding out we did that. While in the wild they will often live only a few years, I had some wild ones on our farm that I knew to be 10 or so. Great big boys and one fat female. They "hated" me, I'd chase em down whenever I caught them out in the open and play with them. Stacey would always laugh when I came home, sticking to high heaven (lived in a condo then, the neighbors hated me sometimes), snot dripping out of my nose, eyes still running, covered in spray. Ahh the old days. Funny how they'd only sort of run from me, stopping and looking back. I am pretty sure they enjoyed. Damsel used to chase us around the house biting and trying to spray us, then we'd chase her, then it would reverse, she'd go for hours sometimes, and then just stop, crawl into your lap and fall asleep.
...and to think today you just have fangs
Rob Engh
BC, Canada
If you haven't seen it before, it's pretty good:
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox
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