Well…that was fun.
I absent mindedly left the dog run open last night and seizing the opportunity for some late night hijinks, the four big dogs got into it with a racoon who foolishly thought he could sneak in and kill a chicken or two in the coop out back. They pinned him under the wood shed and by the time I could grab a flashlight and a big stick to shoo the mutts back into the run, they had dispatched the varmint and high tailed it back inside the house sporting numerous lacerations and large pieces of missing fur.
I imagine that if I was a dog I would rather spend my evenings laying by a warm fire and getting my belly scratched, but what do I know. They seemed very pleased with themselves.