The hunter simply barks

Its been raining over here. Like on and off for the last several days. Thunderstorms. Lightening. Flooding our backyard. Tornados to the SE of us.


This morning I went out in the backyard to find out how my tomato, strawberry & pepper plants made it through last night's storm. I took Woof outside with me and he surveyed the yard with me. At one point he took off running toward the back corner and I saw something run away from him to the corner behind the lilac bush. I couldn't figure out what it was... Woof barked. And barked. And barked in its little face. The thing hissed at him. And Woof kept barking.


I yelled for Woof to come in. I couldn't see what it was, but I saw a pointy snout & white - I was thinking that I was due for a tomato juice bath that afternoon and was trying my best to head that off. I yelled for Woof. I yelled for Cornbread. I'm sure I woke up the neighbors (although surprisingly I didn't wake up my kids).


Cornbread came rushing down and got Woof away from the bush so he could investigate. He found:


An opossum. Lets just say these things are cuter from a distance and when you can't see the tail;)


It was frightened and wouldn't move. It looked pretty small and scared. I just wanted it to climb a tree and go home:) We looked at it from all angles, I told Cornbread that I was going to throw rocks in the corner to try to flush it out and he scolded me...

Eventually, it emerged and walked along the length of the back fence to the other corner and disappeared. (Cornbread and Ryann said it was FAT and ugly).

Our Woof came in the house all proud of his hunting abilities. And I boldly reminded him that he did no hunting, he did no protecting, he just barked and wagged his tail. It is abundantly clear who we can count on in an emergency.