kragore | Mr. McWoofyPants: Sorry, I can't come out to play today, or tomorrow...

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.