ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"Possum Catcher" as Puppy 
My dog is a Jack Russell terrier named Freddie. No, I didn’t name him, my daughter did (funny my daughter seems to be around for names). Anyway he was her dog and somewhere along the line, now he’s my dog. He wasn’t being good at her house; in fact he was just a puppy and was bossing her older dog around. Hmm, I wonder if he learned that from…well never mind, the fact is he was dominating the older dog. Not to mention he wasn’t on his best behavior, getting into things, and his poor bathroom habits (the floor, ugh).
Freddie was about six months old when he came to live with us” his adoptive parents”. He was always very good here; perhaps some things are just meant to be. He came into my life at such a perfect time and we truly enjoy him, except for those occasional times that he brings us his surprises. (Some have set my heart pounding!)
We have a doggie door which allows Freddie the freedom to go in and out. He also loves to climb on the back of the couch and look out the window into the yard; he owns...his turf…ruler of chattels. If a bird should land on his ground, he immediately goes out chasing them away. He does the same if he sees an animal on TV, he runs over barking and trying to chase it off the TV. Sometimes when an animal on the TV leaves he jumps on the couch looking out the window to see if it has gone into his yard.
He has brought us snakes (garden snakes) but to me they could have been rattlers or pythons, I screamed just the same. We chase him around, get him to drop it and then let the creature go into the woods behind the yard. Recently, he came into the house and ran past me very quickly, I immediately knew something wasn't good. I called him to come to me, he does… struts’ in like “What? I didn’t do anything!” He almost gets away with it, when I spot the two legs hanging out of his mouth! Drop it I yell, drop it! He opens his mouth and the frog falls to the floor, I grab it and again let it loose in the wild. This frog was lucky, most are not.
Then there was the night I was watching TV my husband upstairs, (shaving or something). Freddie is in the yard barking and right when I was going to see what he was up to, he stopped, I relaxed back onto the couch enjoying the show. A few moments later I hear the doggie door, I look over and here comes Freddie. Panic immediately grips me! In his mouth almost the same size as him was a possum…DEAD! He drops it on the floor in the hall between the kitchen and the den, looks over at me very proud of himself, he then takes off upstairs to get my husband to show him what he caught.
Now I am alone with the dead possum, I know I have only moments to get it up and out of here before the dog comes back to get it. Getting off the couch, my mind is thinking how I am going to pick it up, maybe with a towel. I would have to hurry Freddie would be down…suddenly as I approached… the possum stands up! I start screaming so loud that I was sure my neighbors were going to be at the door thinking I was being murdered. I am screaming for my husband, and I do mean screaming!
The possum goes into the kitchen, my heart pounding in shear panic, I am peeking around the corner in the hall (far enough away) still screaming, but keeping enough wits about me to try and see where it was going, it passes the doggie door and scoots into the dining room.
The dinning room was dark and of course led back into the center hall that could take you anywhere in my house. I stopped screaming by now, I hear my husband talking to the dog. I cautiously back track to the den, into the back of the center hall, I slowly go down the hall looking at every opening that the possum could come out of. I get to the stairs and yell up to my husband, to get down I need him. The thought occurs to me, what if the possum went up stairs, now I am totally freaked out again because I really have no idea where it is.
Freddie comes down with my husband and starts to go where he had left his find. I snatch him up, didn’t want the possum to get him (what was I thinking.) I am holding the dog he is wiggling around in my arms trying to get down, I am yelling at my husband because he never heard me screaming, telling him I could have been killed, and he would never even know it was happening. It was the gleam in his eye that made me stop yelling at him… back to the possum I told myself.
With Freddie wiggling and whining to get down we look around but can’t find the possum. I am starting to panic again; my husband says maybe it went outside when I was in the hall. I wasn’t buying that! We are both standing in the den when he turns to me and says,” Put the dog down.” I didn’t want to do that not with the possum in the house. My husband then tells me if we wanted to find the possum the dog would show us. I reluctantly put him down, he immediately went to where he first dropped it, sniffed around and then ran into the dining room and started to bark under the china cabinet.
My husband picked up the dog handed him back to me, bent down and sure enough there was the possum. My husband called my son, and together they got a large fishing net and where able to corner it and take it out of the house. Talk about the one that got away.
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