The dogs were out for their evening bathroom break one night while Audrey was out of town. I was getting ready for bed when they both started to bark franticly. This was not the normal routine emergency barking. I grabbed a bathrobe and headed outside. Equipped with a flash light containing half dead batteries I could see the dogs crouched down barking at this small fuzzy thing. This is the point where time seemed to really slow down. There was a small baby possum playing dead. Angela picked up the possum in her mouth like a squeaky toy, shook it violently a few times, then started to parade around the back yard. She would not respond to any verbal commands. By this point I am half running half streaking around the back yard. Thank goodness there is no You Tube coverage of this event. Of course Arthur my loyal herding dog thinks this is a game. He is running circles around me while I continue to chase Angela. Suddenly she runs towards the stairs and the back entrance of the house. I am starting to get closer to her. Just as she started up the stairs, I was able to dive and just barely get a grip on her tail before she entered the house. As I held onto her tail for dear life, she dropped the possum. I was able to get the dogs inside and then I scooted the possum off the stairs. This two minute episode felt like hours. I went to bed with two stubbed toes and a couple of bruises. Arthur and Angela seemed to enjoy the excitement. The dogs remained agitated that night. The possum was nowhere to be found the next morning