We aren't wondering anymore. Saturday morning, Brett found her in the barn. She had
Kersey joined in, barking her head off, trying to convince us that she was also a 'coon dog.
The raccoon was huge. I told him that it was very rude to dig up my garden and scatter my daffodil bulbs everywhere. He told me that he was living here first and to deal with it.
Fine, I said. We're going to be gone for a few hours. I'm putting the dogs in their dog run. When we get home, you had better be gone.
He glared at me.
But he was gone when we got back home.
Sedona; 'coon dog extraordinaire.