One morning I took Presley out to potty and he got wind of something and took off running to the side of the yard. I took off after him thinking he was after a squirrel. By the time I got to him he was barking his head off in a standoff with a possum. That thing was just hissing away at him. Luckily he came to me when I called him. I scooped him up and walked back towards the house and on the embankment behind the house were three other good sized possums. Oh man, was he lucky not to have seen them! |