We got in from NYC on Sunday after:
our flight being cancelled, getting on another flight, not having one of our bags make it to Houston, and my view from the window before take-off looking like this.
It was definitely a big day, and we were getting ready for bed when I heard Chloe's possum bark. I screamed at Kyle to go get her, and instead of Kyle walking in the house with Chloe, this was going on.
Chloe is just a blur in this picture because she was jumping and still trying to get the possum.
Apparently, Chloe ran the possum up the tree, but when Kyle came to get her, she sprung into action and grabbed it off the tree with her mouth and the few teeth she has left.
It immediately played possum, so Kyle just picked it up.
Kyle had to bring the possum in the house to get Chloe to come inside, and then the possum was quickly returned to the tree to continue on with his evening plans.
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