My shift had jus’ ended at the radio station and I was getting ready to head home. I was standing by my pick-up when I saw movement from the corner of my eye.
Looking to my left, I observed a medium-sized dog walking across the parking lot. It appeared to be hairless under the street lamp that lights up the parking lot.
Undeterred and always willing to pet any old dog, I whistled to the animal. The four-legged critter made a course correction, ambling towards me as I called out, “Come here.”
Jus’ as it came within range for me to pet it, the damned thing growled. It was a noise I had never heard come from a dog before and I retracted my hand before it did something to my fingers.
As quickly as I could, I unlocked my truck, got in and slammed the door closed behind me. That’s also when I realized my night vision wasn’t a good as it had been.
What I thought was a dog, was really a mangy, hairless raccoon.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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