The first time I saw them, they were headed away from Swanny City Park across 400 North. I was driving by, thinking of what to make for dinner and other mundanities, when I did a double take—was that guy walking a skunk?
My seven year-old son and I were in the same park a few weeks later, and crossed paths with the same pair I’d seen in passing. It was definitely a skunk at the end of that leash. It occurred to me that Swanny City Park does not allow dogs, but there’s no City ordinance about pet skunks.
Nick introduced himself and his pet skunk, Jack. As my son stroked his white stripe, Nick explained that Jack was tamed and that his scent glands had been removed. Jack was clearly accustomed to being petted, and was as content as a baby in his owner’s arms.