Life on our little cul-de-sac is generally- and thankfully- very quiet and rather uneventful. Every now and then, though, the wilder residents of the neighbors screw up, and much hilarity ensues.
This morning, as I was stepping out of the shower, I heard our next-door neighbor's rat of a dog going nuts around the tool shed in their back yard. As I looked a bit more closely, I noticed that something was underneath the shed. Since Salem was in our back yard, I figured that it would be wise to see what was up.
Once I made it to the Chinese tallow tree near our back fence, a raccoon poked it's head out from under the shed- and it did NOT look happy. Meanwhile, rat-dog is thinking that it wants a piece of the action. Bad idea, kid. You do NOT want a piece of that....
The neighbors have a boat leaning up against their back fence, and before long the raccoon scrambled up the fence (scaring the hell out of me in the process)and took up a perch inside the boat. Salem took off after the raccoon as if her life depended on it. All I could think of was how I was going to explain to Susan when she returns from Oaxaca that her dog took on a raccoon and (inevitably) lost. Finally, I got Salem into the house, though not without some yelling and cajoling.
Meanwhile, Einar and Boo wanted no part of the madness (Who says cats aren't smarter than dogs? Cats rule, dogs drool....). They were on the deck, as far away from the action as they could get.
Once sanity had been restored, I grabbed my digital camera. The poor thing looked as if it was scared out of it's pea-sized brain.
I can only hope that the rest of my Sunday will be anticlimactic....
