Round 1 in the books.. the meeting.. this am about 3:00 the hound did her usual shake of her collar as a wake up to let her out.. half asleep, rubbing my eyes I stumbled to the door. I flipped the light on as I know theses creatures are out there and give it a few seconds.. a routine that I do every night. Then I slowly open the door.. scan the area and then allow the hound out. I did the same last night.. I see no masked creatures lurking so I flung the door open to release the hound. In about 2.5 seconds about 8 raccoons peaked out behind bushes and chairs. I shouted foul words and the hound launched out the door. She didn’t know which way to run as the fur balls were running every which way. I spotted the mother standing at the end of the sidewalk with a little one as if she was squaring me down.. I glanced around for the hound. Her hair is standing on end on her ass like a Little kids Mohawk.. she comes flying by me barking a storm and spun on a heel when she saw the momma.. she takes in after her. Me screaming at the hound to retreat, cause I mean come on, she is a lap dog. She would have zero clue in that situation.. no luck.. me, barefoot and tshirt jump out and start running over to capture the hound..the mama coon is holding her ground on top of a chair growling and swatting.. all I could think of was, “well shit, guess I get to go see my favorite vet tomorrow as that bitch is going to tear into that hound.” The Hound dives in at her and the mama coon jumps at her growling and I about passed out. She runs off between the pickups and for whatever reason the hound must have thought she ran off so she spins again and runs back to the yard. I look at the mama coon still standing between the pickups. Staring me down as I hear her family trying to crawl out of pickup beds and off of cabs. I say, “wtf you looking at?” And.. then.. that bitch threw hands at me and ran off. My mouth dropped and my blood boiled. “you seriously just threw hands at me? What a bitch”. So I turn back to the hound still acting like she is on crack losing what is left of her mind. I grab her collar, “get in killer, we done”. So we head back to bed. I thought she jumped back onto bed as she normally does. I hooked a right to get a drink of water to calm the nerves before I shot back to bed. Lights out, I start walking, then I step on the hounds back leg, then jump to step on her side, jump off and fell into the side of the bed. I grumbled and cussed all the way to the floor. I end up on top of the hound. “Wtf are you doing on the floor? Geezus H Christ all mighty”. So I picked myself up off the hound and crawled in from the bottom of the bed. The damn hound growled all night.. and now.. door open is barking her fool head off. Traps will be out tonight.. no bitch gets to throw hands like that and walk away unscathed.. or does she… hahaha..
