Owner of ‘crazy’ raccoon dog terrifying village wants it back: It's not ‘especially dangerous’

FoxNews.com ^ | May 31, 2019 | Ann W. Schmidt | Fox News

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The owner of two raccoon dogs is hoping for the safe return of his animals — which he argues aren't the menacing creatures some are making them out to be.

One of the two escaped creatures was seen terrorizing residents and their pets in the U.K. village of Clarborough in Nottinghamshire earlier this week, SWNS reported.

However, the owner of the raccoon dogs told the BBC he “just wants them back safe.”

"They have escaped and that is my mistake but it's important people don't think these animals are especially dangerous," the owner, who wished to remain anonymous, told the news station.

He said the animals only eat insects, small animals and berries.

[dp0622]

MY GOD!!! The claws are HORRIFYINGLY disproportionate in size!!!

did it kill the guy?

It looks like it was genetically engineered!

[dp0622]

LOL

Well there’s a small Asian population out here :)

That’s pretty funny :)

Im sure she, like I, never HEARD of this thing!

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I grew up hating raccoons because they would trick a retriever into following them into a swamp and then drowned the dog by climbing onto its head.

Now where have I heard that one before....

Oh, now I remember!

The Hunt (The Twilight Zone)

Opening narration:

“An old man and a hound-dog named Rip, off for an evening’s pleasure in quest of raccoon. Usually, these evenings end with one tired old man, one battle-scarred hound dog, and one or more extremely dead raccoons, but as you may suspect, that will not be the case tonight. These hunters won’t be coming home from the hill. They’re headed for the backwoods—of The Twilight Zone.”

Plot:

Hyder Simpson is an elderly mountain man who lives with his wife Rachel and his hound dog Rip in the backwoods. Rachel does not like having the dog indoors, but Rip saved Hyder’s life once and Hyder refuses to part with him. Rachel has seen some bad omens recently and warns Hyder not to go raccoon hunting that night.

When Rip dives into a pond after a raccoon, Hyder jumps in after him. Only the raccoon comes up out of the water. The next morning, Hyder and Rip wake up next to the pond. When they return home, Hyder finds that Rachel, the preacher, and the neighbors cannot hear or see him, and are tending to the burial of both him and Rip.

Walking along the road, Hyder and Rip encounter an unfamiliar fence and follow it. They come to a gate tended by a man, who explains that Hyder can enter the Elysian Fields of the afterlife.

Told that Rip cannot enter and will be taken to a special afterlife for dogs, Hyder angrily declines the offer of entry and decides to keep walking along the “Eternity Road,” saying, “Any place that’s too high-falutin’ for Rip is too fancy for me.”

Later, Hyder and Rip stop to rest and are met by a young man, who introduces himself as an angel dispatched to find them and bring them to Heaven.

When Hyder recounts his previous encounter, the angel tells him that the gate is actually the entrance to Hell. The gatekeeper had stopped Rip from entering because Rip would have smelled the brimstone inside and warned Hyder that something was wrong. The angel says, “You see, Mr. Simpson, a man, well, he’ll walk right into Hell with both eyes open. But even the Devil can’t fool a dog!”

As the angel leads Hyder along the Eternity Road toward Heaven, he tells Hyder that a square dance and raccoon hunt are scheduled for that night. He also assures Hyder that Rachel, who will soon be coming along the road, will not be misled into entering Hell.

Closing narration:

“Travelers to unknown regions would be well advised to take along the family dog. He could just save you from entering the wrong gate. At least, it happened that way once—in a mountainous area of the Twilight Zone.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hunt_(The_Twilight_Zone)

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Check out the cat on the top of the screen that walks in on the action, then stops to watch in apparent disbelief.

[AnotherUnixGeek]

All pet owners believe their animals are safe and harmless, even when they’re savage and dangerous. This is pretty much the same brand of selective vision that convinces parents of newborns that everyone is as interested in their babies as they are, but the only harm there is being bored to death. With a dangerous animal, the views of the owner are at best a waste of everyone’s time and at worst a menace to public safety.

[mylife]

[Fiddlstix]

Bookmark

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Just the other week, some guy was trying to feed a Cassoway, a 5ft tall flightless bird with daggers for talons. Most adult Cassoways cannot be domesticated. This bird ripped the poor guys guts out. They are BORN TO BE WILD and only care about their survival.

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Just the other week, some guy was trying to feed a Cassoway, a 5ft tall flightless bird with daggers for talons. Most adult Cassoways cannot be domesticated. This bird ripped the poor guys guts out. They are BORN TO BE WILD and only care about their survival.

Those things are friggin living dinosaurs!

[lee martell]

I like stories like that. I always have.
One of my favorite similar shows of that time is the lesser known “One Step Beyond”, hosted by John Newland.
Supposedly based on true stories.

[curdogmen]

want you to know that our pack of ladner yellow blackmouth curs are going strong we kill as many varmints as my fake knee will let me...in the water or out of the water we kill them. A single dog will grab raccoon by the stomach and flip the raccoon and press them against the ground... two dogs will tear them up...dogs all so do a bang up job decoying coyotes to the gun..some traditions die hard...raccoon hunting is dying fast as is most varmint hunting

[Flick Lives]

... but it’s important people don’t think these animals are especially dangerous,” the owner, who wished to remain anonymous, told the news station.

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It’s not especially dangerous, just run of the mill dangerous.

[erkelly]

Dog owners do not understand just how terrifying a group of loose dogs are to other people who happen to walk near them. Dogs, away from their masters, running in a pack are wild animals no matter how sweet they are in a domestic situation. I wish dog owners understood this.

[2111USMC]

:)

[Zhang Fei]

[Just the other week, some guy was trying to feed a Cassoway, a 5ft tall flightless bird with daggers for talons. Most adult Cassoways cannot be domesticated.]

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Maybe you mean tamed. Domestication is a process of breeding a species and culling the ones that are aggressive towards humans. Dogs are already domesticated - even feral ones. Wolves can only be tamed, although they could be domesticated over generations of breeding. The Soviets went through the effort of domesticating red foxes. Their behavior isn’t very different from dogs. Domesticated red foxes are genetically different from their undomesticated cousins.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domesticated_red_fox#Results

[Bob434]

He said the animals only eat small animals the size of gorillas.

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[TMN78247]

Fwiw, many years ago I was given a baby female raccoon by an AR game warden, in the hope that we could save her life.
(Her mother had been killed by a car.)

We bottle fed her with a doll-bottle until she could eat warm milk with canned dogfood softened & mixed into it.

My old Chow-Chow bitch (Lady Di) accepted “MOLLY B” as a “funny-looking” puppy & “raised her” to be “a good dog”.
(As Lady Di aged into the early teens, she slept much more than she had as a young dog & Molly discovered that the top of a “snoozing Lady Di” made a wonderful place for a siesta. = I have numerous photos of the 2 of them, sound asleep in front of the fireplace.) .

Yours, TMN78247

[Celtic Conservative]

I’ll stick with my maneki-neko, thanks.

CC

[gaijin]

Most people don’t realize that instead of waving, the maneki-neko is BECKONING, saying come in here, Mr. Consumer, and spend your money.

When beckoning western people turn their palms skyward, tickling the sky.

In Japan the beckoning palm is somewhat downward and the wiggling fingers do something as if you were collecting cards or chips on a gambling table.