Togetherness.

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Our raccoons are multiplying.

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First there was one, then two.

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And now we have triplets!

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They waddle across the lawn together…

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And eat right next to each other as well.

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Triple the cuteness!

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And speaking of cuteness, I found an old picture of my husband with his pet raccoon.

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Teddy was 3, my husband was 16.

🦝❤️🦝

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16 thoughts on “Togetherness.”

  1. I envy you your backyard animal preserve! My father had two ‘pet’ raccoons when he was in boot camp in upstate NY (back in 1942)- but when they went missing it turned out some yahoo from down south decided they reminded him of home and he killed and ate them! There were photos of my Dad and his raccoons, and he was stilled pissed when he told the story of what happened to them so I guess the story is true (?)

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  2. Aww!! I believe I’ve mentioned how much I would love to have a pet raccoon. I’m obsessed with them! I’d hit up your husband to learn more, but that’s three hours of my life I’d never get back. Because, you know, the man loves to talk.

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  3. Awwwww!!

    Heads up to beware of dried raccoon poop – it can contain an inhalable brain eating worm and is literally supposed to be treated as hazmat!! That knowledge was the final straw in my former love of raccoons… now they annoy me (minus the badonadonk one that relaxes on the cat’s raised lounge in themiddle of the night).

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    1. The mother was run over by a car and killed. One baby by the side of the road so they adopted it. Living on a farm helped. They had him for a long time… he used to play with the kids in the bathtub, ride in the car…. husband’s mother even put him in the grocery cart when she went shopping. Small rural town, different era.
      😉

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