Playing Possum

Last night was a first in Let Michelle Do It history--one of my dogs brought me a live possum!

I was outside with three dogs: Siggy, Otis and Peanut. The pugs, Otis and Peanut, were close to me doing their thing; and the German Shepard, Siggy, was off doing his. Before long, I heard Siggy coming around the house with an I'm-a-super-cool-dog strut. You know the one I'm talking about...when they've done something they're really proud of. It was dark, but I could see something in his mouth--something large and furry. I immediately panicked and yelled: "Siggy, Drop it!" Which he did. I quickly called everyone into the house, but Siggy stayed back...no doubt to better examine his new find. I rushed the pugs inside and grabbed a flashlight to lure Siggy into the house which worked like a charm. I locked Siggy in the kitchen, went back outside and shined a light on whatever it was he had brought me. And there, in the grass, looking confused as heck, was a beady-eyed possum. He appeared to be thinking, "What the hell just happened?!?" He slowly got up (his back all wet from Siggy's slobber) and slowly pattered away.

I went back inside and asked Siggy if he was proud of himself. He was.