The other night after putting Ossie to bed across the hall (across the breezeway to what is the right side of the house in this image) we heard the sounds of a squeaky toy through the baby monitor. All three dogs were with us though and all sans squeaky toys.
I went out to check on the kids but paused in the breezeway. The back side of the breezeway (opposite image here) is quite elevated and feels a bit like you're in the tree tops. It was dark, only the trees close to us were illuminated. Down, out of sight, in the darkness was squeak, squeak, squeak--something playing with a squeaky toy.
Mystery remains unsolved but we're glad another dog didn't show up on our doorstep. The night before Cowboy joined us, I went out to get something. Knowing exactly where it was the thing I wanted to retrieve, I ventured out without a flaslight, groping blind in the new moon dark. Just as I was reaching for the item, this thing growled at me--close enough to feel its breath on my out reached hand. Next day, this little mutt, at most 10 pounds, joins our family.
Best guess here is that it was a racoon.
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