Stud Muffin reported this morning that the armadillo is no more.
This is goodness, as it saves me the effort of shooting the house up trying to get it.
He was woken up at 1:30 AM by the dogs who were excited and wagging about something. He settled them back down to bed, but heard some banging noises outside of the bedroom window followed by growling.
Peering through the window, he saw the neighborhood dog pack surrounding the armadillo. Dilbert took the lead (as the enormous Weimaraner male dog that he is) and shook the snot out of the marauding critter, causing armadillo death.
Photo by rscottjones.
The canine vigilantes made off with their prize, except of some innards (eew!) which Nick promptly rolled in the next morning (double eeew!)
Studly said not to worry, that he had wiped Nick down with a wet washcloth. I don't think so! He better run that dog through the car wash and spray some "pew-fume" on him before I get home! He says, it's okay, since Nick only sleeps on my side of the bed! (Can I get a triple Eew, here?)
Stud Muffin reports that the pack was probably having a little armadillo feast to celebrate their success in battle.
Maybe they are having... quesa-dillos!
Photo by whiskeyboytx.
Update: Within minutes of returning home from Vegas, both dogs got a bath, 'cause Nicky stank big time!! And had mysterious sticky stuff on him! Later, we went out front to check on the veggie garden, and Nick disappeared around the side of the house. I caught him rolling in the grass, right where Studly said the armadillo met his maker. Pee-eww!! Mega rancid stink. Bath #2 for Nick and a hefty dose of doggie cologne! Guess the guts weren't cleaned up as well as somebody thought!!