Of course, my day started way early. Got up around midnight (0020 to be exact). Dog woke me up by basically standing on me in bed. We're still trying to figure out his signals, but I take that as a "I need to go out, NOW" and, trust me, I'd rather deal with an early wake up call than the consequences. So I drug my self to the back door in shorts and no glasses to let him out and, as soon as the door opened, he took off like a shot (remember that he has had heartworm treatment and is supposed to take it easy). Of course I am yelling at him in a very loud whisper as he tore over the back corner of the yard. Now typically, there is some nocturnal ramblings of our neighbor's cat, so I figured he was chasing after Jinx. But when he came trotting back with something HUGE in his mouth, I was mortified. First thought it was a armadillo because it was big & grey but it turned out to be a full blown possum. I immediately told him to drop it and he did and looked it over to see if it was still alive. I like to think I am a brave guy, but, folks, in the dead of night at 0030, that possum looked downright ugly. He was all teeth and hair and looked like something out of a Wes Craven movie. Got a broomstick and tried to poke him to see if he was dead or playing possum (even smacked him a few times to make sure). I finally scooped him up in a bucket with locking lid and put him out for the trash guys to pick up. Of course, dog was happy with himself (but he ain't licking my face any time soon).
Corollary to story: When I went out to put out the garbage at 0600 that morning, I cracked the lid on the bucket only to find him glaring up at me all teeth and hair. I took the bucket on my way to the dog show and relocated him to another county way far away from the city (and my yard). I ain't a bit fan of possums (and raccoons & havelinas). Too many conflicts from my days camping in the wilds with the scouts. Nothing like coming nose to nose with a possum at midnight to give you that shot of adrenaline.