Today my parents came into town to watch what turned out to be a playoff-clinching win for the Texas Rangers. So for the second consecutive year, it looks like our guys are headed to the postseason. Go Rangers.
Before they left the house, they had a rather interesting wildlife encounter.
I will let the text message string speak for itself.
MOM: I just caught a racoon
ME: LOL, how did you do that
MOM: Dad was feeding jack and Abbey before we left out to Dallas and let them out to run and the raccoon came ou of their house too. He was cuddling with the big pups!!! We couldn’t get rid of him so I coaxed him in the cage with a slice of cheese! Lol. He was so tame
MOM: We carried him to a wooded area
Apparently this raccoon crawled into the doghouse and made friends with the dogs. Even after they got him out, my parents could not convince him to leave. He just moseyed around the yard and kept making this chattering noise that only my Mom can emulate. He even tried to follow my dad into his toolshed. Finally my mom “trapped” him with cheese. Just like the pioneers used to do in the old days, I’m sure. When they let him out in the woods, he tried to follow my dad back to the truck. (He was barely able to shut the door before he jumped in.) Crazy coon!
Probably the best line came from my Papaw after hearing about it: “Well we know for sure they ain’t coon dogs.”