My wife got home, came in screaming about a coon coming out of the garage, he was into the dogfood. So I thought 'hell yea, turn belle loose!'
Well, good intentions turned bad, when she met the coon, he was at nose height on the tree. Now you do the math. So now, I got a coon in a tree that's laughing, a hound that's crying, and neighbors that are pissed at all of us! Yea, I live in town, but boy it was fun for a while



but eventualy we got worked out and he let me kill the coon. 