A Moment of Silence

Today, The Trophy Wife Blog will observe a moment of silence in tribute to the tragic death of Scooby the Skunk (okay, I admit that is not his given name) whose life was forever altered (well, ended) by a brutal whacking-over-the-head-with-a-shovel at the hands of a rather giddy Animal Control Officer and my Cigar-Smoking, Wine-Making, Over-Age-70-National-Rifle-Champion Neighbor, who turned Scooby into the authorities because he kept hanging out in our backyards and eating our cats' food and rubbing against our ankles when we didn't expect it and had become, I suppose, a threat to our nasal safety.

Scooby was carried unceremoniously away in a satchel that smelled like holy heck.

Yeah, I guess that's one way to control a skunk.