I received this email today, Gypsy is moms 12 pound miniture pincer:
"I turned Gypsy out at 4AM this morning. She hit the yard in full hunting motion, which worried me because that means something is really close by. I stood there calling her back to the house. To which she turned a deaf ear. Then I see her with something white in her mouth heading toward me at a strange trot.
When she got close to me I bent down, ready to stop her and remove whatever from her mouth. I reached down and touched her. The hair was wet and bristly, and the body very hard. When I touched it, it turned around and faced me and growled one small growl. It was a possum! At first I thought it was going into the breeze way, then it headed on to the north fence and disappeared.
The real Gypsy showed up a few seconds later and ran to the north fence and bushes to see what was there. Nothing. So she finally came back to me and we went in, where I washed my hands."