This is the voicemail I got from my mom yesterday, verbatim:
"I had a good afternoon between work, especially when Rain jumped into the overflow of the retention pond and came up with a raccoon - and went about five rounds with it. No problems with her but I think the raccoon was suffering quite a bit. Talk to you later. Bye."
Now I love our Weimaraners, but that's why I want a small dog when I get my own pet someday. You don't have to worry about a purse-size dog trying to take down a raccoon. Eeek. That is too much for me to handle.
Most of you know about our family's other dog, Hunter. The one who is 15 years old and wears diapers.