That's what crossed my mind Sunday morning when I stumbled upon another downed fox in my yard. I heard the ruckus during the night, but had no idea my dog Inga was battling with another fox.  I assumed she was harassing my resident armadillos that frequently rummage through my yard at night. There must be some deep hatred for foxes embedded in her genes.  What was really strange this time around is that when I moved the fox's head to get a better view,  Inga ran up and gave me a puzzled look ...