It was a great night last night for a fire. The flames were dancing in the Oslo but we needed more wood. I grabbed my wood carrier and a flashlight and headed out the back door with two of my dogs. As I headed towards the stack I heard a big commotion and lots of growling. I thought my dogs were harassing the cat, they often do, usually with a bad ending for the dogs. Instead they had found an unlucky but plucky big ole raccoon. Before I knew it they were playing tug of war with that raccoon and I decide to get involved. I kicked and yelled at the dogs and finally got them off the coon. I'm not sure whether that coon thought my leg was a dog or a tree but in either case it decide to climb it. Having none of that I jumped around and yelled enough to shake him off. He found a tree nearby and finally got away. I caught my breath, got some wood and stoked the fire.
Man I love heating with wood!
Man I love heating with wood!