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I woke up around six this morning to the dog barking. It wasn't an alarm bark, just a "got you, got you." So I threw on some clothes and stumbled out the back door to see what all the fuss was about.
Apparently a raccoon had decided it was a good idea to wander through the back yard, but screwed around and woke up the dog. That was its first bit of bad luck. The second being that the only tree near him was a young dogwood, so the poor thing was holding onto this little branch for dear life.
I had to laugh at the poor creature, balanced so precariously and mad as hell. I put the dog in his pen to give the raccoon a chance to get home before daylight. Silly animals.
Apparently a raccoon had decided it was a good idea to wander through the back yard, but screwed around and woke up the dog. That was its first bit of bad luck. The second being that the only tree near him was a young dogwood, so the poor thing was holding onto this little branch for dear life.
I had to laugh at the poor creature, balanced so precariously and mad as hell. I put the dog in his pen to give the raccoon a chance to get home before daylight. Silly animals.