We use to go camping alot with Max & dad bought some skunk shampoo just incase. But Max never chased the skunks in our site & couldn't care less, Maybe he thought they were cats (he could care less about a cat). But raccoons on the other hand, holy smokes he hates them, theres nothing I can do to call him off. He goes psycho on them. Its the only animal he hates. & one young coon learned the hard way & so did we.

My friend & I were rosting dogs & mis other stuff over the fire pit & we kept tossing dirty food to the raccoon. Well Max was laying om the carpet for him by the camper. He let it stay in the bush, but the raccon took one step onto the dirt site & all hell broke loose. Max charged it snarling & snapping like never before. It was so dark we couldn't see Max in the bush. All we heard was a horrible sheeeeeeeek & air being forced of of the raccon as it screamed. Max had jumped on it (Max was 80 pounds, coon 10 pounds tops). I went hunting for the coon & Max to see if both were ok. I found Max snarling at the bottom of a tree & the poor little coon at the top of the tree looking down. I didn't find any blood on Max or the ground the next day. But after that Max was chained up at night.