The dogs did their usual run*a*round this morning when I went out to the barn, heading out into the pastures, creeks and woods. Later I saw Baron standing over something fuzzy in the yard. After I coaxed him inside, I went to see what it was. A small possum. Poor dear had suffered some bite marks and, by the snarl on his face, looked like he had not died a peaceful death. I went back inside, got a towel, then retrieved the critter by the tail to toss him into the pond. I carried him a ways to reach an open spot along the shoreline and when I started swinging him to lob his carcass into the water, he began to wiggle. I just KNEW he was playing possum with me! I tossed him into the water's edge and watched the poor wet rat for a moment as he looked around dazedly. I left him alone at that point so he could get his bearings and make his escape as the 2 Catahoulas were still on the loose and I didn't want them to show interest in what I was doing. I hope he survives.
P.S. to Husband. Yes, I know it's risky to pick up critters. Yes, I was careful! I knew enough to wrap a towel around my hand before picking him up! No, I will not get rabies. Yes, I will do it again! Yes, next time I will also wear leather gloves!