suncat05
09-27-2016, 02:24 PM
Nothing unusual, no big deal, happens pretty frequently. I get up, take our new acquisition (Pinky) and the little attack chihuahua out for some nocturnal potty bidness.
Except we spooked 2 raccoons in the closest park garbage can to our house and they bolted. Pinky sees them and gives chase. Next thing I know my wife, who has also retrieved the handy-dandy varmint/snake gun from its perch, my son and I are all outside in our underwear chasing after a dog who is chasing after 2 raccoons in an open field full of various nocturnal poisonous snakes and a lake full of hungry alligators who I am pretty sure would love to devour my Pinky if she'd just get close enough to the water, all at 1:30 in the morning. And oh yeah, the little vicious attack chihuahua runs back up on the porch and is barking away while awakening the other 2 dogs who both now are trying to get out of the house to help.
The mosquitoes, meanwhile, are snacking on fresh blood of humans and eating us up. We're all sweating and running in this wet grass while being devoured by the entire mosquito population of Lake Okeechobee.
Finally my son catches the dog. He scoops her up and we start heading back to the house. I turn around because I hear a noise behind us, and it's one of the raccoons coming toward us. I can see his beady little eyes blazing in the darkness, and it dawns on me that I might be needing a rabies shot within the next few seconds. My wife steps up, gun in hand, and screams "I'll shoot you son-of-a-bitch!", which surprisingly makes the raccoon stop, turn tail, and run. Yeah, a woman with a gun in her hand @ 1:30 pointing at you is not somebody to be trifled with, especially when she's yelling in broken English and mad because her dog is in danger.
We all finally get back in the house, eat up by mosquitoes, wet from sweating and running around in the wet grass, and then our little running dog starts licking my son on the chin, little tail just wagging, like she'd just been on some great adventure. Nice!
That was a bit of an adventure that I was not counting on.
Except we spooked 2 raccoons in the closest park garbage can to our house and they bolted. Pinky sees them and gives chase. Next thing I know my wife, who has also retrieved the handy-dandy varmint/snake gun from its perch, my son and I are all outside in our underwear chasing after a dog who is chasing after 2 raccoons in an open field full of various nocturnal poisonous snakes and a lake full of hungry alligators who I am pretty sure would love to devour my Pinky if she'd just get close enough to the water, all at 1:30 in the morning. And oh yeah, the little vicious attack chihuahua runs back up on the porch and is barking away while awakening the other 2 dogs who both now are trying to get out of the house to help.
The mosquitoes, meanwhile, are snacking on fresh blood of humans and eating us up. We're all sweating and running in this wet grass while being devoured by the entire mosquito population of Lake Okeechobee.
Finally my son catches the dog. He scoops her up and we start heading back to the house. I turn around because I hear a noise behind us, and it's one of the raccoons coming toward us. I can see his beady little eyes blazing in the darkness, and it dawns on me that I might be needing a rabies shot within the next few seconds. My wife steps up, gun in hand, and screams "I'll shoot you son-of-a-bitch!", which surprisingly makes the raccoon stop, turn tail, and run. Yeah, a woman with a gun in her hand @ 1:30 pointing at you is not somebody to be trifled with, especially when she's yelling in broken English and mad because her dog is in danger.
We all finally get back in the house, eat up by mosquitoes, wet from sweating and running around in the wet grass, and then our little running dog starts licking my son on the chin, little tail just wagging, like she'd just been on some great adventure. Nice!
That was a bit of an adventure that I was not counting on.