Rocco

We arrived back in Canada after spending only a few short weeks back in KC. On our first day home we had a visitor at our window. This raccoon was wandering around the house. It looked like it had been injured (likely by the coyotes that howl all night long). Allison thought he was the absolute cutest and insisted that we all call him Rocco.

After Rocco had wandered away from the front door (and Allison had started a new project), I caught this image of my Dad walking around.

My Dad killed the raccoon and Allison was interested in watching - which sounds morbid, but is normal for a farm kid. We talked about it and she seemed to understand why it needed to be done.

He sure was cute though.