Okay... I'm going to try to tell you what happened here late Sunday night... without us sounding like a bunch of rednecks that live in a trailer, down by the river. lol
The story involves this darling pooch. So keep this sweet face in mind as you read on. (if you dare) lol
Before I go on... do you notice the stuffed animal on the floor near Molly in this photo? Well, our dogs LOVE to play with stuffed animals. They have a basket full of them , that they go to , to retrieve them for play, any time they think they can con one of us into a little play time. ( now.. in hindsight, I'm not thinking it's been such a good idea).
It was Sunday night about 11pm. Wes was home, and since he didn't have to work Monday , he decided to stay the night here. After going through the shower he popped his head into my work room and said, "I'm going down to play with the dogs.. wanna come down and hang out?" One of my boys want to "hang out"? and "Chat"? ( insert happy face) Dan was in bed already because he had worked Sat and Sun.. so I turned off the computer and headed downstairs. ( quality time with my son.. nothing better in my book)
Wes was in his sleep pants and a white T shirt.. no shoes or socks ( this visual will be important later.. trust me) lol He was laying on the couch with the afghan and a pillow, ..tossing the occasional toy to the dogs to retrieve.
I when over and stat in the big chair accross from the couch.. and we chatted about the day. He told me that when he took my car earlier, he had notice the engine light was on. I couldn't figure out why that would be. I decided to grab my keys and go out the the garage, and see if it came on now.. so I'd know if I needed to make an appointment to take it in the next day.
When I got up to go out there, both dogs stared to bark.. so I'm thinking they probably need to go outside before bed. So... I walked over to the sliding doors that lead to the deck and then to the back yard.. open them and let the dogs run out. NOTE- (our dogs are "indoor" dogs ..they only go out to do their business , or if we are with them playing..and then come right back in . We live in the country, our yard is lawn for quite a ways, but is surrounded by trees and then just past that .. cornfields). The dogs know just to stay in the yard, so we don't have much of a problem with that. So... I just leave the glass door ,and the screen door open after they are out... and walk across the kitchen , into the mudd room and out into the garage to see about the car.
I'm not out there 2 minutes, and I hear Wes yelling with alarm in his voice.. to say the very least... "Bring a shovel". "What?.. a shovel?" I said. I came into the kitchen and I can see him by the open door, yelling at the dogs to get away from "SOMETHING" on the floor.. just out of my viewing range. From this point on it's bits of hysteria, mixed with panic and confusion. lol
Wes says... "GET A SHOVEL!".. I need something to pick "it" up with." OH man... I was freaking out now. I said . "What is IT"???
he says.. "I don't know.. I cant remember what their called. .just get a shovel" ( we laugh about this now.. the fact that he was so rattled he couldnt think of the name of "IT".) lolololololl
(writing this .. I can not begin to give you the idea of the panic in our voices. He was freaking out and that was totally freaking ME out)
I NEEDED to know what "It" was ..but I was too scared to go into the dining room to see. He's still yelling to me to just GET A SHOVEL..but I'm trying to coral the dogs so that they don't go back in there ..to.. "it". All the while , I'm guessing... (hysterically).. a squirrel? a raccoon? a.. a.... possum??? BINGO!!! Finally Wes.. yells.. "Yeh.... THATS IT!" It's a POSSUM! ( in my dinning room??)
I'm screaming .. "There's a POSSUM in my Dinning room?"
I've now gotten the dogs closed in the garage and I come running with a shovel and a rake.. screaming .. "is it ALIVE?"
Wes says.. "Well, it was ,when she brought it in!!"
More screams from me at this point!
I'm still just peering around the corner, wanting so badly to get a glimpse of this thing.. but I was WAY too scared, and about the time I got close to the corner, I'd scream and run back to the kitchen. Lets just say, Wes was loosing patience with the "screaming".
He starts to act like hes going for it with the (snow) shovel and (garden) rake ...and then... rethinking the possible scenarios.. says... "Get my boots.. I don't want it to bite my feet". Oh ..... faint .. swooooon ( on my part)
I go running for his boots to protect my poor brave son's feet from "it".
Now visualize Wes with his white T shirt , plaid pajama pants , and cowboy boots, flaling a rake and a shovel, as I scream every step closer to "it" he tried to get. Good Lord
He says.. "It's not bleeding or anything.. but I think it's dead now" ( I'm thinking at this point , it's heart probably stopped from being scared to death from all my screaming! Or possibly from laughter at the site of Wes pajama pants with cowboy boot ensemble)
He goes to scoop it up ,and then spins the shovel around in my direction so I can see "it" for the first time.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. I was having a hissy fit like none other at this point. "Get it out!!!!" Once he was out of the house with it on the shovel.. then and only then did my morbid curiosity get the best of me. I said stop right there, I want to see .. but DONT come ANY closer! It defiantly was a possum.. not a full sized HUGE one,but not small , by any means. ( when is't in your dining room it really doesnt matter the size)
note to self: if you don't want your dogs to chase furry animals and bring them in the house .. you probably shouldn't buy them furry animals to play with , because I'm not so sure they know the difference.