The first thing I saw when I sat up in bed, was a dead racoon in the driveway. What a pleasant sight for the morning sun to shine on. Balio had slept inside most of the night. I’d let him in because it was cold, but when I came downstairs to use the bathroom around 3:30 AM, he was panting next to the door, overheating at 60 degrees. He really is built for winter, so I let him outside. In his heat stupor, he apparently took out this raccoon. He doesn’t care if there are chickens in the coop or not. An intruder is an intruder. I approached to inspect the crime scene and Balio firmly placed his paw atop the body. It made a clinking sound against the snow packed driveway, frozen solid already. Good boy.

~Joy