Jaci Dawn

I bought this so I could give Harvey a bath in the back yard. He weighs 85# and he hates water. When I say “hates” water, I mean: hates.

The water trough didn’t exactly work because I approached the bath time without adequate tools. That means: I either should have had a leash to wrap around his tail end and drag him -or – best case scenario: I neglected to make my husband take on that part of the chore.

That’s my problem. I always think I can do this by myself.

The result was: undisturbed water in the water tank, but Harvey got a bath.

The wonderful clear water in the tank did make for a very nice Monet – like photo of the sunflowers, however.

That tank has been sitting out there for a week, gathering a little dust and pollen. So it was that when I noticed today that the mud coating the bottom of the tank had been disturbed, I needed to look closer.

Oh. My. Little foot prints?

Those are not Murphy prints. Murphy did play in the water a little, but Murphy has great big paws. Those are not great big prints.

Definitely not a dog’s foot prints.

How cute, I thought, a raccoon came into our back yard and took a swim.

I thought it was a rather sweet thing. Thankful that the silly beast did not come into the yard when the dogs were out (or could be let out), but it slipped into the yard during the late night to play in the water tank.

And then I found this.

Seriously? Every.Single.Grape? I had bird netting over them, they were almost ripe, and my mouth was watering in anticipation of dining on them.

But then – that damn raccoon.

He probably washed my grapes in the water tank before he dined on them all.

I think I hate the raccoon now.