My precious, darling, Akela, loves all the little animals. Well, at least he did until he was sprayed by a skunk. The next night, we went walking, and I heard Aekla growling and chasing something in the corn field. Oh no, not another tomato bath! When I called him, he came bounding across the creek with this in his mouth. Mama's boy had not a scratch on him, but this coon is dead: Good boy, Akela!