Actually it wasn't the fox and the hound, it was the fox and my dog Inga. I apologize for the dead animal picture, but this is what I encountered while I was out spraying for pests on Saturday morning. I heard the ruckus in the wee hours of the morning, but I had no idea what was shaking down outside.  We've had red foxes around our house as far back as I can remember.  Usually I spot them late at night when I am returning home from the office.  I'll spot them as they scurry across the road ...