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Isn't this weather amazing? Captain and I were enjoying what will probably be the last nice night on the deck. We were working on solving world problems, throwing the ball for Miss Lucy, and generally relaxing.
Lucy suddenly went into a fit of barking and ran around the corner of the garage toward the barn. Since we'd had a couple of baby calves escape earlier in the evening, I figured one of the little stinkers slipped his collar again and was wandering around by the barn.
I went over to the corner of the garage to see which calf it was...and froze. Lucy had her hackles up and was barking at a smallish dark object at the bottom of the barn steps.
I hollered for Captain to bring a flash light because Lucy had a coon in her sights and I didn't want her to tangle with it. He came haring off the deck in his socks, sloshing beer from the can in his hand, trying to find the flashlight app on his new smart phone.
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Lucy came back to me with her ball, having lost interest in the critter by the barn. As Captain aimed his cell phone flashlight toward the barn, there was a glint that we took to be the coon's eyes.
I've got my eye trained on this critter in case it charges toward us while Captain is tearing through the house looking for his trusty .22 rifle. He found a shotgun but has no ammo for that, and he found .22 ammo but no gun.
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Now we have a dilemma.
I'm starting to freak out because Lucy has remembered the critter and is circling closer and closer. We're talking within 5 feet of the thing. I was holding my breath waiting for a battle to ensue that Lucy wasn't going to win.
When Captain came back out with a stronger flashlight, I asked him why the coon wouldn't have moved with all the commotion going on, and his reply confirmed my fear: it's rabid.
Oh boy.
As we both cautiously peeked around the corner of the garage with the stronger flashlight, we saw...
...a black 5-gallon pail tipped over and rolling around in the breeze.
Yeesh O'Pete...
Thankfully all is now well again at the Brogan Ranch!
