Yesterday morning I heard aggressive barking from Axel, our German Shepherd, outside the kitchen door. I looked outside and saw a small animal cornered against the house with Axel barely 3 inches away, barking at him.
The poor little guy was so scared that its breathing was incredibly laboured and I wasn't sure what he was but - knew he needed immediate help.
While I tried to separate the two I looked at the creature carefully and yelled at the dog to stop. It was too small to be a hamster.
It wasn't a Canadian Gopher either.
The critter wasn't singing "One Less Lonely Girl" so Justin Beaver was completely out.
While I backed the dog up temporarily to let the little guy run for his life I noticed he was a very young Canadian Beaver that probably wasn't old enough to drink. I screamed at the top of my lungs:
While I held the dog, the little creature escaped from the corner and ran for his life. I tried to bring the dog in which was a total bust. I wasn't going to bring the tiny critter in either as I have heard beavers make awful house pets. Tales of families adopting them have had occurrences of chewed legs off of kitchen tables, and then the beaver might damn up the entrance to someone's kids room and the only solution is to break the window to get in from the outside.
Thinking the problem was finally solved I spotted Axel cornering the beaver once again through the greenhouse window.
The little beaver could not figure out how to escape though some of the holes in the fence and once again needed my help.
Mr. Broom came out and I called for back-up help. Within 5 minutes Ange pulled up in front of the garage and let out one long loud whistle. Immediately man's best friend roared at high speed to the garage leaving me with a broom and an escaping beaver.
As I brought Axel in to cool down he was furious I was not going to allow him to keep random beavers out of the yard and made faces at me.
Fifteen minutes later I let Axel out and away he went thinking the beaver was still at the fence waiting for him. I wondered who was smarter at this point- the dog or the beaver.
Of course the beaver had high-tailed it out 20 minutes previous, waving in thanks as he scurried out. He promised to be careful next time and said he might bring a friend for protection next visit, if there was one.
After all he said- two beavers are better than one.