I wasn't the only one who found the mulberries irresistible. We worked out an arrangement, the raccoon got the ones in the top of the tree that I couldn't reach, and I picked the lower ones. He seemed to prefer the highest branches anyway.
With his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, Beau had lots of fun barking, leaping and exhausting himself. He is, after all a coon hound.
