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Coon Hounds

September 13, 2009 /

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.

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