Now that I have introduced Maggie, this next story is about Maggie and Abby. This story is one of two about opossums. At the time, we were leaving the doggie door open all night, so the dogs could go outside, if they needed to.  

One night we had gone to bed, and were in the first stages of sleep, when Maggie and Abby started barking and barking.  Maggie has two barks, one is, you will not enter this house and the other is her happy bark.  Well, I got up to see what was going on with her, and of course it was dark in our room, but I could see that she was barking at something on her dog bed.  I turned on the bathroom light so I could see what was up.  There, lying on the dog bed was a baby opossum, and of course it looked dead, as opossums do.  I started screaming and screaming and woke George up.  He was sound asleep, and could not understand why I was so upset.  He came around to the end of the bed, and there he saw the baby opossum.  Mind you, he is still somewhat asleep, he kept telling me to keep the dogs away while he went to get something to take the little guy out of the house. All Maggie wanted to do was to play with it, not hurt the little guy. Keeping the dogs away was a real chore all in itself.  He came back with leather gloves on to pick him up by the tail to get him out of the house, not knowing if the little guy was playing opossum, or if the dogs had hurt him and in fact he was dead.

While George was walking out the door he looked down, and the baby opossum was looking up at him.  He set him down and came in the house.  The next morning my husband looked outside where he put the baby opossum, and low and behold he was gone. We are assuming that Maggie brought the little guy in, and we are not sure how she got the baby opossum away from its mother. Continued.