Here's a story from about 10 years ago that I wrote about my pet 'coon.
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Make a boar 'coon a pet.....LOL
>Makes a good guard animal, he'll keep everything away from the house. Well, there is the little thing of rutting season, when you or him will have to leave home.
25 years ago I had a 40 pound pet boar 'coon. He was house broke, used the toilet, and didn't mind taking a bath. He had his own bedroom, no kidding. I had 3 yard dogs and a cat at the time, he hated them all.
My neighbor had 2 big black male labs that were always causing trouble. Killed a neighbors cow and calf, a couple of dogs and always into everyones trashcans.
I always get up early and read the morning paper. I was going out to get the paper one morning and those labs wouldn't let me out of my house. Then they jumped on an old collie I had had for years and ripped her side open. I ran them off, took old Dusty to vet and got her sewed up. Didn't say a word to the neighbor, it would have been a waste of good air.
Next morning I open the backdoor and there are those dogs again, showing their teeth and growling at me. I closed the door and went and woke up the 'coon. He hated being woke up early as much as my X-wife did. I carried him to the back by a hand full of meat and fur on the back of his shoulders, only place you can hold one where he can't get you. Opened the back door and the labs went wild, they wanted that 'coon. The 'coon wanted them labs. So I pitched him out amongst them labs. All #ell broke loose. Half a second later one lab decided he was needed at home. He left the other to fight that 'coon alone. Two seconds later the second lab decided to go home also. There was just one little problem, the 'coon left with him, riding up on his back. I ran out into the street to watch. In the full moonlight I could see the 'coon had him around the neck with his front paws. The 'coon was chewing on his ears and jerking his head back as he did. At the same time, he was kicking big puffs of black hair off his back with his hind paws, it looked like a flooded car going up the street. The 'coon fell off when the dog turned in the neighbors drive. The 'coon came home and I fed him his favorite food, Oreo cookies.
That afternoon I was in the yard when the neighbor turned up the street with his dog in the back of his pickup. Dog was sitting up in there with 2 big balls of gauze on his head and stitches on his back looking like a map of the national rail system.
Neighbor stopped and started ranting, "Look what somebodies dog has done to my dog! I'm going to kill their dog when I find out whose dog did it". Then he gave me the scoop on the dogs injuries, "His ears were torn up so bad that the only thing the vet could do was trim them off even with his head. And he has over a hundred stitches in his back. Somebody is going to pay!" I told him the truth, "I don't know anybody around here with a dog bad enough to do all that damage."
BTW Those dogs never came near my place again. They would go a half mile out of their way to avoid going by here.
