So, tonight after dinner I let the dogs out to do their thing. I hear Doc barking his full head off . I see that he's up over the yard's retaining wall (bad dog, he knows this is a no-no!) and he's slamming his body up against the fence, whining. Suddenly I see something fall off the fence and he is now shaking whatever it is like a ragdoll in his mouth, and I hear what I swear are bones cracking.
I get up over the wall and see that he has a possum in his mouth. I grab the back of his neck and am commanding him to "drop it". He finally does and the poor thing is curled up, lying there dead. Ya, right. These animals have such an amazing instinct that earned their name. It wasn't moving a muscle even though Doc and I are standing -thisclose- to him.
I bring the dogs inside and go back out to take a picture of him. After the picture I decided to grab his tail to lift him and put him off in the side yard. The minute I take hold of his tail he curls the prehensile tail tightly around my finger. I walk across the yard, carrying him by the tail, and lay him next to the fence.
I wait, and watch, for what felt like a very long time and finally I see him starting to crawl back up the fence. Once he's fully secure on the top of the fence I go back out with my camera. Maybe I'm being completely anthropomorphic but in the last pic I swear I see a sweet little smile of gratitude on his face and a "thank you" for saving my life. What do you think??