Killer

So Saturday night me and the missus are enjoying a libation on my patio, and my dog takes off like a rocket, I stumble over to investigate and she has a juvenile raccon's throat torn out and she will not let go. I have to step on the coons head and pry my blood-thirsty Jack Russells jaws off and throw her to the missus. The raccon is twitching and starting its death rattle so I do the humane thing and finish it off with a pellet gun, and then give it an unceremonious shopping bag in the dumpster burial. What a buzz kill. I pity any small mammal that crosses this dogs path.