We had a new animal move into the garage. The kitten was doing nothing about it, of course this muskrat was bigger than she is. Rafter couldn't get around all the boxes to get it out very easily. So one fine, sunny day Larry decided to go move some things around and let Rafter have at it. What a great dog we have! He sniffed out the muskrat and killed it for us. The best part of the whole story is that the muskrat ran over Larry's bare foot, and it freaked Larry out so badly that he jumped and hit his big toe on something hard. Poor Larry that didn't even do the hunt and kill came away with the only war wound. He limped around for the rest of the day. But let's not tell him I told you that part. What a hero he is, to get that muskrat out of our garage and away from my boxed up belongings!