Equanimity In The Face Of Raccoons

Last night, while walking Sparky, I saw the most extraordinary sight. Three raccoons were running west at full gallop on the sidewalk towards the intersection of 21st Street and Second Avenue. One of the raccoons was chortling like a hyena. They crossed the intersection towards the small postage-stamp parcel there that functions like a park. After Sparky and I passed by, one of the raccoons crossed back across the street to mark territory, due to the recent passage of the infidel dog.

But the entire time, Sparky showed not the least sign of interest in the raccoons. I'm not sure if he already knew about the raccoons, from their scent, and thus discounted their actual presence, or whether he never saw or heard them at all, because of his age-limited senses. Maybe raccoons are for puppies - he's a grown-up dog now, with better things to do....