Terrified

So I just got home a bit ago after a delightful relaxing girls night consisting of mani's, pedi's, Thai food and a girly movie.  Drew is out at a baseball game. I go to let the dog out and I put him on his leash. I then think I must have stepped back inside to get his treat bag (in an effort to get him to learn the command "come" better, I have been accompanying him outside whenever he goes out) when I here him bound back up the stairs of our deck. That's odd, him wanting to come back inside so soon. I go to the door to get him and he is running down the stairs now, clearly after something. A raccoon. The raccoon is trying its darndest to get away but Caper gets it by its tail as it tried to squirm through the fence. At this point I'm screaming at Caper and completely scared shitless because how am I supposed to capture the dog and avoid being attacked by a raccoon? And let me tell you, raccoons are freaking scary. I swear this thing was looking me in the eye. Judging me. Clearly, I was less intimidating than Caper because it bounded up the stairs towards me. I try to disappear on the deck and the raccoon jumps up onto the railing and then onto the siding where it is clearly stuck and clinging for life, with no where to go.  I grab Caper, bring him inside (still on leash mind you) and proceed to call Drew sobbing.  I don't think being nine months pregnant helped my state of mind. 

Thank goodness for Drew. He is a wonder.

Caper appears to be "fine". There was some blood from his back paw, so I will be taking him to the vet tomorrow. That will be the third time in three days. But I don't think possible rabies and newborn babies are so great together, so in we will go.

In summary, pet ownership = fun.