My dog Toby is really a daschund (I never know if I am spelling that correctly). Someone said once that dashchunds (maybe if I spell it differently each time, I will get it right among the times) were originally bred to hunt and kill gophers. It totally is sensible to me. He is my protector. Even when most of my loved ones could care less what I am doing, Toby is following me around (to get fair, he could just be searching for me to drop food which he can snag).Anyway, yesterday I permit him to over to pee any time when it is bedtime and the man didn't come in and I heard a racket of barking and snarling outside my bedroom door. I went to take a look (and to generate him be quiet before the police, FBI, CIA and neighborhood watch were called) and I saw he had a massive (okay, I exaggerate, a very, huge) possum as part of his jaws and that he was throwing it around as being a rag doll. I immediately looked at rabies. He gets his shots regularly just for this very reason. So now, to add to the thunderous noise during my backyard, I started screaming at him "You're gonna get rabies from that thing! Drop it now!" He, of course, ignored me completely and tossed the thing a lot more. I know I should love most of God's creatures, but I find possums really repugnant. I apologize to anyone who thinks these are cute. And, by read more , you must seek specialist.So there I am, wrestling with a dog that's wrestling which has a possum. Someone really should have gotten it on film. I finally got him far from it and shoved him inside. Now is when you should tell your children to stop reading. But I will say, no cute, fuzzy animals were harmed within this story. However, really, really ugly ones were. I went to look (carefully) on the possum. It was toast. I could not bring myself to throw it in the garbage at 10 pm. So I went to bed.This morning Toby could barely contain himself he wanted to go outside so bad. I was not fooled into thinking his bladder was that full. No dummy, moi. So I went outside and low and behold - the possum was gone! Either Harry Potter found visit and transfigured it into an ivy leaf or, it genuinely wasn't dead. I guess "playing possum" isn't just a vintage saying. So, all's well that ends well.Ode to OpieThere was formerly a hideous creature
Who, really having to pee, sure
That he was alone,
He strayed not even close to home,
And my dog rearranged his features.