Coon Hounds
Last week the dogs lost their minds.
They lose their minds on a fairly routine basis, but one night last week they lost their minds more than normal. We heard them barking out in the backyard and so I went to grab the hose.
Our dogs have figured out that if they stand out in the middle of the backyard and bark, we can’t do anything to stop them because we’re too lazy to actually walk out there. So, they stand out in the yard and bark till the cows come home. Or the baby starts to cry. Or I start to threaten death and destruction. And even if those things happen, they still only really pause to consider stopping.
And then they start all over again.
Chris got smart a couple weeks ago though and rigged up our yard hose so that it laid next to the backdoor. Now when the dogs bark, we stand at the backdoor and shoot them. Its awesome. They always stop barking now.
So the other night when the hose didn’t persuade them to shut their traps, I figured something else must be going on. I made Chris go outside and check it out.
And this is what he found:
Our two crazy dogs caught a raccoon. They chased him into our shed, where the poor beast of a rodent proceded to freak the crap out.
He tried climbing even further up the shed wall, but he was pretty much up as far as he could go. So he just kind of chilled up there.
Well, he chilled while freaking the crap out.
The best part is that when Chris came back in the house and showed me the pictures and I asked him what in the world he was doing so close to a wild animal, he answered, “I was talking to him,” as if that was the most normal thing in the world.
“Uh huh, uh huh,” I said to Chris. “And what does one say to a potentially rabid wild animal that is freakishly handing in one’s shed?”
“You know, normal stuff. ‘Its okay, Little Buddy’ or ‘Those mean dogs are gone now, Little Buddy’ or ‘Are you the one whose been getting into my trashcans, Little Buddy?’ You know, normal stuff,” he responded.
“Uh huh,” was all I could think to say.
This is just one more glaring example of how Chris is a better person than me. Cause if I ever come face to face with a wild beast like this raccoon, my conversation will go something along the lines of, “Say goodbye, Little Buddy.”
Compassion isn’t really my thing.
23 Comments
Lyndsey
Poor little raccoon! Did Chris get him out?
TeamHaynes
How scary! Its a good thing that thing wasn’t rabid! Chris would start fearing water and then you’d REALLY have some problems!
Jordan
Oh man, this reminds me of my husband; he now refuses to kill bugs that are in our house- he catches them then releases them back outside. As long as he doesn’t start doing that with the roaches then I guess I’ll stay with him.
Danimezza
“Say goodbye little buddy”… bahahaha
Camille
That’s so funny—Kyle calls every little rodent/creature/anything he sees that is somewhat small-ish “Little Buddy,” too! He and Chris must be soul mates or something.
Britt Kaye
Oh my gosh… I am freaking out for you! Ahhh!
Sarah C. H.
Ahahaha, that’s how I talk to raccoons too. If there weren’t the risk of rabies and some bad bites I’d keep one as a pet.
Niki
Poor raccoon. I’m glad the dogs didn’t get him. Maybe their barking freaked the little guy (or girl) out enough to keep him away.
Zoe
Aww, poor raccoon. I must say, I’d be saying the same things as Chris. I talk to all the animals I come across, I love them.
Sarah H.
Love this. He’s kind of cute–but Racoons are NOT nice–did you have to call trappers?? That’s an experience just in its self.
casey
Hillarious. All I would do is scream.
Jen
I am right there with you Katie!
Mindee@ourfrontdoor
Awww . . . he’s kinda cute. Look at his sweet little hands!
Now opossums are something else entirely. The make ME freak the crap out!
naomi
awww. he’s so cute!!
Casey
I think your hubby and my hubby would be friends… mostly based on the raccoon encounter of course.
Andie
Awww cute coon
Lindsay
Ha, great post. I’m with you Katie…buh-bye lttle guy.
Jess F.
At least it wasn’t a skunk 🙂
Jessica W
One of the sweetest things I’ve seen from my husband was when a fairly young squirrel got caught in a trap meant for a rogue chicken (long story). We were against trapping the chicken to begin with so when we saw this poor baby squirrel it was really sad. Matt went and started talking it to it very sweetly and opened the trap to free him. The poor little squirrel was so scared, he just hid in there for a couple minutes and then took off. I swear he leaped about 10 feet without touching ground, talk about a flying squirrel!
colleen
This is one of the funnier posts I’ve read. Chris was TALKING to the racoon?? Talking. Not shoo-ing, not scat-ing, but talking. Sometimes I wish we had video cameras following our husbands merely for comedic purposes.
Rachel
All I have to say is “amen.” See ya later, little buddy!
Kristen
The pictures are cute! But if that thing was in my shed I would scream, shut the door and freak out. Taking pictures would not be on the list! I’ll stick with Disney animals, thankyouverymuch : )
Melissa N.
This story sounds so much like me – me being Chris that is.*lol* My husband yells at me when I go out to talk or pet some random dog that’s wandered up, but I just keep going – talking all the while. 🙂 Hope the your little house guest got away 🙂