Because the backyard is still techtonically snowy and icy (spring is here or coming or something), we're still just letting Elka out the back door and into the fenced area to go potty (which reminds me, I'm going to need a new poop scooper for when that is no longer the case). We're working on self control, so she doesn't just bolt out that door as soon as it's opened, but rather waits to be released.
But anyway, he took her outside for potty, she blasted out to the fence to make sure the area was squirrel free and to check for crows (there had been crows roosting in the trees and she loves looking at them and listening to them). She trotted around, and peed, and then....
A skunk came trundling from behind the garage. It was still on the other side of the fence from Elka, so that's a small favor.
(not "our" skunk but a picture of a striped skunk from Wikimedia commons)
Elka, I may have mentioned, has tried to be Disney friends with every cat she's seen (whether the cat wants that or not. Protip: they never do.) Elka has never seen a skunk. Elka looked at the skunk and...thought it was a cat? My fiancé reports she got all happy and perked up and wiggly when she saw it. He kept his cool and said "Elka, leave it."
She paused and looked over her shoulder at him.
He said "Elka, here." and she galloped back to him and came into the house. The skunk was either never the wiser or didn't particularly care. Skunks are gangster like that. Not quite honey badgers, but whatever.