Poop pups, hope the stink goes away fast.

RB Max was never sprayed by a skunk & we went camping ALL the time (up until he was 6). Their were always skunks in our campsite, but we taught Max that animal was bad & bad means run & stay away.

If we were walking at night & he spotted one, he would stop & give little snarls under his breath & he would stop in his tracks & back off. We knew what had to be there, so we would shin out flash lights in the direction Max said it was in & we always saw a skunk.

Now Racoons were a diff story. In Max's mind the only good racoon is a Racoon away from us or a DEAD one. This young Racoon learned the hard way not to scare me & my friend into a corner, we screamed bloddy murder cause we were trapped by fire & a Racoon that just wouldn't stop come closer & closer, no matter what we toss at it. Well Screaming bloody murder set Max off & he attacked the Racoon.

All we hear is Max snarling aggressivly (ever hear a killer Rotti? & a Killer Pitt?? Thats what Max sounded like). & then we heard the Racoon make a sound as if it had been squeezed to death (all the air being forced out of it all at once). We found RB Max about 20-30 feet into the bush under a tree & the Racoon was in the tree looking scared out of its pants & shaking. We guessed Max jumpped ontop of the Racoon & thats how the sound was made.

About a couple hours later the Racoon came down & BOLTED!!
The next day we told the Park Rangers what happened. He was pleased how Max handled himself & the situation. Max was the only dog allowed off leash at the camp site. He was non aggressive towards anything/body (except that 1 Racoon). & the Rangers walked by out site calling the dog & he would budge unless we told him to go see the rangers. The rangers made it a habbit to show up several times a day just to see Max. Everybody loved Max