[Frito] Pie. Outside.
Daisy. Hurt. Ouch. (As he's pointing to a body part.)
Shoes. On.
Car. Daddy.
etc.
So the next night when she was pacing around, even though it was night and there is that whole wild animal-barking thing, I stuck her out back. Not making that mistake two nights in a row. Around midnight she would not stop barking. When I finally went out she had just caught an opossum. It was playing dead. I wasn't going to get too close to try to catch the dog, who was of course all kinds of worked up. Thinking it was playing dead and the dog would lose interest soon, I went back to bed. For some reason the opossum got up a minute later and the dog was going crazy again. Once again, I didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I left her. Around 2 a.m. I awoke from a dream about Frito Pie barking and Dad and Crystal (my niece who goes hunting) geting ready to shoot my dog. Turns out she was really barking ~ still. Yes, 2 hours of non-stop barking. Our neighbors were loving us. At this point Abe went out. He finally threw a big toy car at both dog and opossum to distract them. It worked. Dog got caught and opossum got away with its life spared.
Thank goodness no more eventful nights with the dog. She has been in the house every night since with no cha-cha-chas.
