Where in the World is Bits?

 

What an adrenaline-producing afternoon! I had no idea the chaos I’d find when I stepped into the yard, following the frantic barking of my dachshund, Bits. As I rounded the corner, I saw Bits had cornered a snarling mama possum under a dense, shadowed bush, her beady eyes glinting as her mouth was open, displaying all of her sharp, pointed teeth. She was hissing, teeth bared, her body in a defensive pose, ready to defend her young from Bits. And there was Bits, his short, sturdy legs planted firmly, barking at the intruders for being in Bits’ yard. Panicked, I moved to scoop him up, but Bits only pressed forward, barking louder, his tiny body full of courage and bravado of a creature ten times his size. The possum hissed louder, jaws snapping, and my heart raced. I reached for my phone, dialing animal control. The voice on the other end offered no comfort, informing me that no one was available. "Just call your dog inside," she suggested, as if that would be enough. Clearly, ...