Mr. Raccoon is not nearly as small as I expected, and as I said before, he wasn't looking to make any friends. Then again, maybe I just took his snarling the wrong way. He was especially annoyed when he thought Anh and I were going to come between him and the "free buffet" located in our trash cans. I don't know why he got his imaginary panties in a wad, but it was a little unsettling when he decided to charge us while flashing his pearly whites. I'm pretty confident that he's got some social issues or that he's rabid. Yay! Just what I always wanted, a rabid neighbor!
This is the best picture I could get of him, taken while peaking out from the front door after he charged us for interupting his meal. Issues! I'm telling ya'. This guy has issues!
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Molly would have this guy running.
Oliver and Brooklyn wouldn't leave the porch! You want your dogs back?
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