06-29-2015, 06:14 PM
My poor pom is in a cone of shame. He picked up a foxtail in his rear paw last week, so we dropped him off at my mom's so she could give him a little TLC while we ran off to be deadheads. When we got back to the bungalow around 2AM, as soon as we walked in, Stacy thought she smelled a skunk. Well, it wasn't a skunk. It was a raccoon. It came in through the cat door and went for the dog food and cat food, accidentally trapping itself by closing the kitchen door. I guess the pom serves as a decent guard pom after all. The cat don't care. Just as well because our tamed feral cat would be no match for a raccoon. So I grabbed my pillow bokken and chased it around the bungalow. It kept missing the doors. It tried for the kitchen nook window, where our Mac is. I had retrieved a fav tie-die from my mom's house when we dropped off the pom and threw it at the raccoon to knock it off the Mac table before it knocked off our Mac. It was a much longer heated chase than I would have liked, going through almost every room in our bungalow save one (well, there's only six rooms). Finally it found the open front door and escaped, after trashing our bungalow. Damn raccoon.
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