Ooof. Hobkin woke me up at 7, most insistent that he was starving and if he didn't get breakfast right now he would surely eat fosteronfilm's toes. While it was tempting to let my hubby go toe-less for the let-Eugie-sleep-in cause, I dragged myself up and fixed the skunk a snack. Did the ungrateful fuzzwit thank me? Feel inclined to snuggle after his meal? Nope. As soon as he finished eating he scampered away under his hutch where he is now happily snoozing. But could I get back to sleep? Of course not.
*grumble skunk stew for dinner grumble*
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This folk tale is just not gelling. I wonder if I should put it aside and try something else.
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i know you have no idea who i am, but i was wondering since you have a skunk (who is adorable, and i actually ran across your hobkin site a year ago when i was initially researching skunks) if you might perhaps know people in georgia that breed them? i live in the atlanta area and i've had no luck in finding a little pet skunk to love me :\
Alas, I'm pretty sure there are no skunk breeders in Georgia. We had to drive cross-country to Iowa to get Hobkin. For some reason, all the pet skunk breeders appear to be in the Midwest.
We got Hobkin from Troy Grant, who I enthusiastically recommend.