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	<title>Comments on: Skunk Tracks in the Snow</title>
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		<title>By: leslie</title>
		<link>http://leslieland.com/2008/12/skunk-tracks-in-the-snow/comment-page-1/#comment-1245</link>
		<dc:creator>leslie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 01:55:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Anna, you have something in common with Bill ( my husband) - he loves skunk smell too. In view of the comment from RW I&#039;m starting to think this is his special post... who knew?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Anna, you have something in common with Bill ( my husband) &#8211; he loves skunk smell too. In view of the comment from RW I&#8217;m starting to think this is his special post&#8230; who knew?</p>
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		<title>By: Anna Iredale</title>
		<link>http://leslieland.com/2008/12/skunk-tracks-in-the-snow/comment-page-1/#comment-1243</link>
		<dc:creator>Anna Iredale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 19:44:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In the past few years I have come to realize that I love the smell of skunk! It reminds me that wild things still try to find a home in my suburban neighborhood.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the past few years I have come to realize that I love the smell of skunk! It reminds me that wild things still try to find a home in my suburban neighborhood.</p>
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		<title>By: leslie</title>
		<link>http://leslieland.com/2008/12/skunk-tracks-in-the-snow/comment-page-1/#comment-1244</link>
		<dc:creator>leslie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 19:12:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>with you 100 % on the husband, RW, though I figure his history - he ran a trap line in his distant youth - goes a long way to explain it.

as for the dog, sounds just like a dog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>with you 100 % on the husband, RW, though I figure his history &#8211; he ran a trap line in his distant youth &#8211; goes a long way to explain it.</p>
<p>as for the dog, sounds just like a dog.</p>
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		<title>By: ruralway</title>
		<link>http://leslieland.com/2008/12/skunk-tracks-in-the-snow/comment-page-1/#comment-1242</link>
		<dc:creator>ruralway</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 18:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of the first books we bought after moving to the wilds of Upstate NY was &#039;Scats and tracks of the Northeast&#039;. I have to admit though, that even with the book in my hand, standing staring down at the track or the scat rarely do I get it right. Husband of course always gets 100%!. Funny about dogs and wild things. Our beloved Mocha, he of the Aussie blue merle breed once went head to head with a raccoon. His maniacal barking soon turned to shrieks and howls of pain once the racoon attached itself to his lower jaw. Husband played whack-a-mole with the raccoon until the raccoon gave up and ran into the woods. You would think he might have learned something from that-not so. Next year was the beaver incident. Oy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the first books we bought after moving to the wilds of Upstate NY was &#8216;Scats and tracks of the Northeast&#8217;. I have to admit though, that even with the book in my hand, standing staring down at the track or the scat rarely do I get it right. Husband of course always gets 100%!. Funny about dogs and wild things. Our beloved Mocha, he of the Aussie blue merle breed once went head to head with a raccoon. His maniacal barking soon turned to shrieks and howls of pain once the racoon attached itself to his lower jaw. Husband played whack-a-mole with the raccoon until the raccoon gave up and ran into the woods. You would think he might have learned something from that-not so. Next year was the beaver incident. Oy.</p>
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