I used to have two raccoons, Bonnie and Clyde, who I found in my front yard when they were about two and a half weeks old after a truck hit and killed their mother.
I cut down two dead fir trees from my front yard and the mother was moving her babies under the huge pile of branches as a safe hiding place.
But in the process she lost her life. I heard chirring noises and started moving branches and found these two adorable babies. I bottle fed them puppy formula until they were old enough to start eating dry dog kibble. I also gave them corn, chicken, fruit, bananas, and a variety of other things.
My puppy, a Bichon Frise named Pogo, absolutely loved Bonnie and Clyde. He used to lick them clean when they were babies.
None of them knew that in the wild they were supposed to be natural born enemies. When Bonnie and Clyde were nine months old, they were full grown and bigger than my dog. Clyde weighed about 20 lbs and Bonnie weighed about 15 lbs.
They were cute as the dickens and very smart.
I turned them over to a wild life rehabilitator who gave them rabies shots. She told me that in all the years she had been doing that kind of work, never had she seen two such loving, well-behaved, affectionate raccoons. They sat on my shoulders and head the whole time we were there.
I never put them on a leash, I never told them ‘no,’ I never had to scold them or chase after them. They were litter box trained right from the start.
They seemed instinctively to know what to do with the litter box as soon as they saw it. They were very clean and they loved bath time. Every time I took them out with me, they followed me wherever I went. They would try to sit on my feet to stop me, and when that didn’t work, they climbed up my legs and sat on my shoulders.
I miss them terribly, and I wish I had kept them. It tore me apart to give them up, but I felt that it was fairer to them to be free in wide open spaces where they could roam to their hearts’ content and find mates. –From Susan Cherry