Paws and Fur

All three dogs bolt out the door
with a purpose into the cool morning air,
even the strange little Border Jack
who always waits patiently
for the hound dog puppy to clear a path
and take the brunt of the magnetic resistance
proffered by the magical portal to outdoor worlds.
Wafting in through the open window screen a
pungent horror alerts my nose only slightly before
my brain immediately engages my tongue to ring
the vocal chords and command a retreat through the ingress
and sends a prayer skyward that the lingering smell of skunk
would fade at the close of the door and not multiply
at the arrival of paws and fur. 

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