We know it's a possum because Marc and Judy teamed up together a few weeks back and cornered it by the fence... ALSO not a great decision by either of them, Marc threw a rock and the possum didn't give a crap and then Judy started barking and flexed on it and it ran off.
Did I ever write about the raccoons on our morning walk? I swear I've never had to put so much effort into dragging Judy away, we were on our walk and she saw two raccoons camper down into a storm sewer and she FREAKED. Then when they were out of sight she plants herself and STARES.
Here's my question: in her dog mind, how does she think this would play off? 50 pound dog vs. two strikingly similarly-sized racoons? They were huge! Does she think it'd end well? Does she have a plan? What's her interest, anyway... as a non-hunter, non-attack dog, not terribly protective just kinda curious?
Oh so back to the 3am dog craziness: marc lets her out and tries to go to bed and there's all this barking and I hear him cussing and going back and calling her in and her ignoring him and him calling her some more and when she's in and he's back to bed he's like "It's that damn possum, WHY does she care, HOW does she even know it's out there?"
she knows! she knows and she's CRAZY, that's what's up!