kragore: (Bailey)


I figured I had another 20 minutes before Mom rousted out of bed. She was tossy and turny though, and so we got up early. She put on her paw covers, and we went down stairs so she could open the door for me.

I love this part. She opens the door and stands on the back porch and takes in the morning while I see to my business out in the yard.
Makes us both happy.

So I'm nosing around the yard, trying to find a good place to pee, when I catch a smell. I smell a smell!
It's the smell that isn't a cat, isn't an Evil Not-Butch - what could it be?!
It's still under the deck!
Is it my friend?
Will you play with me?

OH MY DOGS ITS ATTACHED TO MY FACE! GET IT OFF! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!
MOM!
HEEEEEELP!
Let me in the house! Get it off! Let me in!
If I get closer to Mom, she'll get the Masked Devil off of my face!
Halp!
Why's mom dancing away?
WHY'S MOM PICKING UP THE METAL BUCKET?

(Don't you love me? )

Why are you beating ME with the Bucket?!?
Oh, I think you're trying to beat up the Devil... Just let me in! Into the safety of the House! PLEEEZE!

Thank goodness, the Devil let go - Mom chased it away with the bucket, in her "pee-jays" and her floppy paw covers. She yelled something to the neighbors about their dogs too, as now everyone in a block radius was barking and yelling.

All I wanted to do was pee.
That's all I wanted.
I didn't even really want my kibble afterwards. The morning was too disturbing.

Mom consulted a big book muttering the letter "A C O" and "police." Apparently the big book didn't help much, because she put the book away and called our friend Kestral. I like him. He smells like dogs and cats.
He gave Mom some facts and advice. Thanks Mr. Kestral! (Sorry Mom woke you up like that.)

Mom was still a little shaky, so she went to take a shower, claiming I can have one when she gets home from work.

I hate showers.

But, then we went for a nice long walk where I finally got to pee! Yay!


Now Mom's gone to work to make lots of phone calls. I'm going to sit here and stare out the kitchen window to make sure that devil doesn't come back again.

She tells me that I'm "quar-in-teened" for the next 45 days, even though I have all my shots. No dog park, no visits to my girlfriend Ms Kitty, no friends over to play, not children to stroke my ears, no fun stick-bonking events, now I can't go on vacation to any weddings, and I can't even go out with Mom to visit the The Farm.

This makes me sad, but it's only until July 13th. I think I'll live.



*sigh* I hates the Masked Devil, yes I do.
I need a nap now. Being brave it tiring work.
- Mr. Bailey McWoofyPants




From Kragore -
It is true - Mr. Bailey can not come out to play with anyone until after July 13th or so. He is up to date on all his vaccines, and the 'coon looked healthy and coordinated, (to move that fast and hang on to the ride Bailey gave him, he had to be pretty healthy,) so I'm not overly worried. I'm going to give his vet a call in a little bit to see what they'd recommend. He's not that bad off - not really any scratches, and I think his impressive ruff saved him from any real harm. I"m sure there's some puncture wounds under all that fur, but we'll see what the evil shower will reveal.

It will mean that I'm even less social now, sadly, as I can't bring him anywhere with me. Acorns and Pearls is off, my trip out to my folks is off for the weekend, his grooming appointment is cancelled, and I'm going to have to make arrangements so HorseChaser can come down and stay with him while I'm away at weddings, rather than take him with me.

When I'm feeling a bit more adventurous, I'll take the metal snow shovel and a flashlight and see if there's a littler set up shop under the neighbor's deck. But not right now.



Really - I would not recommend starting off your morning by beating a raccoon off your dog's face with a bucket. The adrenaline nose dive isn't much fun afterwards.
- Kragore



*Edit - we have an appointment at 5:40 tomorrow evening so they can look him over.
Joy.
- K.

Date: 2008-05-28 02:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] darthgm.livejournal.com
"beating a raccoon off your dog's face with a bucket"

A truely horrific tale, but sweet mother of dog is that a funny line.

Date: 2008-05-28 02:21 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] indigoserenity.livejournal.com
Ugh! That sounds like an utterly dreadful way to start the day.

If you don't feel like being adventurous, we had a litter of raccoons in our fireplace chimney. (Lucky we never used the thing.) And apparently chimney sweeps are well trained in rescuing all manner of animals from fireplaces. I'm sure there are also people trained in rescuing them from under a neighbor's deck and relocating them to a more appropriate home. However, it would require modifications to the deck to make sure they didn't just come right back to home again.

Good luck to you and Mr. McWoofyPants.

Date: 2008-05-28 02:25 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] dervishspin.livejournal.com
Brave dog.
Brave Kragore.

Date: 2008-05-28 02:48 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] lordbleys.livejournal.com
Underground masked devils before coffee? Wow.

I'm glad to hear that you had the bucket of power ready to go.


Mental note, look under my back porch.

snerk

Date: 2008-05-28 03:04 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] bytchearse.livejournal.com
You got to hit a raccoon with a bucket. In a disturbing way, that's kinda cool :-D
(Says the guy who told the cops that if they didn't send someone to deal with the obviously rabid raccoon I would shoot him myself)

Re: snerk

Date: 2008-05-28 04:07 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kragore.livejournal.com
There are few people who can claim such a feat...
- K.

Re: snerk

Date: 2008-05-28 04:38 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] nomadmwe.livejournal.com
And really, the mental image I got speaks for itself.

Date: 2008-05-28 03:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] orionsmom.livejournal.com
OMG that is sooo funny!
I'm sorry I shouldn't find that so funny, but damn you do write the "Golden Brain" so well.

Quite an adventure to have first thing in the morning.
I'm glad everyone is okay.
I'm bummed for you to be Quarantined.
No fun.

But re-reading your post has me giggling madly and having co-workers asking what's wrong.

In the end, I hope everyone is healthy and recovered soon. Both you and Bailey are very brave to come through that adventure intact.

Date: 2008-05-28 04:06 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kragore.livejournal.com
Oh, no, even I laugh looking back on it, and it was only this morning - the absurdity of it gets me every time. I just hope he stays healthy...
- K.

sad puppy

Date: 2008-05-28 03:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] illustrator.livejournal.com
kitty will pine for her golden luv-pup. . .

Date: 2008-05-28 04:54 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] cointeach.livejournal.com
O_O

Not good! Not good at all! Poor Mister McWoofyPants! Poor [livejournal.com profile] kragore! :(

No fun... I've had a kitty quarantined for playing-with a bat UNTO DEATH, but it sounds like your schedule is much more packed than his ever was. Scary business, though! :(

Date: 2008-05-28 04:59 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] darthcr1.livejournal.com
Kinda have to wonder if any of the neighbors a few houses away saw any of this, but couldn't spot the raccoon and will forevermore refer to you as "The Crazy Bucket Lady."

Date: 2008-05-28 05:07 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kragore.livejournal.com
LOL - probably, save for my bellowing to the neighbors behind me, who had just let their Doberman out "There's a pissed off Raccoon stuck int he yard over here!"

Though they will likely still call me the crazy bucket lady...
-K.
Tell Mr. McWoofypants that Mr. Kestrel says he can come up and play sometime. He's had the anti-masked-devil needle-sticks so he can play safely.

Seriously. ACOs get pre-exposure rabies shots.

Kestrel also says he'll come up and take a look around for raccoons--if you call in a wildlife control person, they'll charge an arm and a leg. (After he got off the phone with you, he went to someone's house to remove baby raccoons from someone's attic.)

What a way to start your day.
I'm going to take a flashlight and give a look-see under there later. I'll call if anything blinks back. :)

So I'm standing there, in my jammies, flipping through the phone book, coming up empty. The business line of the police is No Help. Who to call? Who to call? Oh Yea! oh, but it's like, 7:30 am... well, oh, I hope I don't wake up Safira... But at that point, I was a little freaked out and the desire to hear a reassuring voice of authority overruled any embarrassment about waking people up...

- K.

Date: 2008-05-28 06:38 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] garou43.livejournal.com
If it makes ya feel any better, my dogs have eaten a few raccoons, as well as several other wild animals, and never gotten rabies. I'm not sure how common it is in your area, but chances are pretty good that it's not. If it was rabid, I doubt it will do much of anything other than wander about and drool in about a week or so (I'm guessing on the time-frame), so be on the lookout for the beasty wandering about while Bailey's quarantined.

The bucket is pretty funny. Too bad you didn't manage to kill, errrr, capture, the thing so they could just look at its brain and know right away.

I'm surprised the cops weren't interested in the possibility of a rabid raccoon. Way to protect, guys!

Date: 2008-05-28 06:45 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kragore.livejournal.com
I'm not too worried - He's up to date on all his shots, etc, now it's just a pain in the ass to keep him away from everyone.

You know, at one point, I almost had it under the bucket but it back out... Something told me "catch it" but the bigger part of my brain was intent on getting the dog in the house and away from the very angry sharp creature.

Well, that would have meant I got through to any of the cops, but since it wasn't technically an emergency, I didn't want to call 911, and the business line was no help whatsoever.
- K.

Date: 2008-05-28 06:51 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] garou43.livejournal.com
damn wild animals with their instincts and escaping!

Was it a little baby or a grown-up?


Business lines for the cops are useless. That's why so many people make non-emergency calls to 911, ya know...

Date: 2008-05-28 07:33 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kragore.livejournal.com
I know, and I didn't want to be one of *those* people, so it was a call to my friendly not-local ACO...


It's was darn close to full grown - I'd put it about 20Lbs, chubby and healthy looking. I've seen bigger, but not down this way.

Only thing that bothers me is that it had an escape route - there's a number of trees in the back yard it could have scooted up after round one, but it came back looking for a fight.

- k.

Date: 2008-05-28 09:19 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] embermwe.livejournal.com

Scary...
The only other explanation I can come up with for that one is
"protecting Babies?".
Hope all is well with you and yours.
:hug:

Date: 2008-05-28 09:22 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] kragore.livejournal.com
That's what our Friendly Local ACO has also speculated on...

One way or another, it's caused me quite a headache.
- K.

Date: 2008-05-29 12:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] garou43.livejournal.com
huh. hopefully it hasn't decided that under your porch is a nice place to raise a family. That'd suck almost as much as it being rabid...

Date: 2008-05-29 02:00 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] wyldehunt.livejournal.com
Poor Bailey. Raccoons don't fight fair amd he really isn't the best dog for dancing lessons from one. Give him some scratching under his chin for me.

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