Omgosh - so scary. I'm still shaking. Our Golden Retriever Gryffin just cornered a giant raccoon on our upstairs deck and got into a scuffle with it before we could pull him off and back into the kitchen. We were all still in bed, (but awake) when I heard Gryffin revving up his warning growl and leaped out of bed but by the time I could get out to the deck he had chased it onto the lower roof and had his head through the side slats of the deck, barking loudly not 2 feet from the predator. I ran back into the house to get what? a broom? I had nothing else handy and in those few seconds the raccoon had tried to make a break for it, but was running right along the top railing of the deck so Gryffin lunged for it and was ready to kill. I was screaming for help, terrified for my dog. Finally DH was out there and somehow able to pull Gryffin back into the kitchen so the raccoon took off.
We checked our dog over thoroughly through his thick fur, but can see no scratches or bite marks TG. I'm also grateful our stupid Pomeranian hadn't had time to run out there because I'm sure he would have joined in to help and I don't think he would have fared as well. This raccoon easily outweighed our little 7 lb. Pomeranian several times. I appreciate Dasher's bravery, but I've seen him try to take on 120 lb. Rottweilers before because of his Emperor's complex and he's just not the brightest dog in the world.
This is of course, our fault since we were gone for a week, only returning yesterday from AZ. We'd had food out for our outdoor cat while we were gone and I know that's what attracted that da** raccoon.
I'm so upset with myself. I should have known better. Of course, I am somewhat vindicated now since DH has been saying for months I'm too protective of the chickens because "there hasn't been a raccoon around here for years". I told him just because he hadn't seen them doesn't mean they aren't here and that just about 6 - 8 months ago the dogs had chased one up one of the fir trees.
It's a good thing Miss Whitey Ford had decided to take herself and her 6 week old chicks into the big coop last night. The mini-coop where she's been the past 2 months isn't as strong as our home built. I'm guessing - no, I'm certain this isn't the first time the raccoon has been in our backyard this week. She must have known she needed to take the chicks into the fortress at first opportunity, because I'll bet that thing had been there.
I am sick. I do not like when Wild Kingdom takes place in my backyard.