This morning Joe was outside doing his thing (pooping), and I went to the door to call him in. While he was finishing up a skunk waddled through the opposite end of the yard and went behind the shed. I was a bit worried that Joe was going to dart after it like he would a cat, but he didn’t. I wonder if that was because I was calling him in an attempt to distract his train of thought or if he actually recognized the danger, or both. I hope he’s figured out that those black and white bushy things = stink.