During the middle of the night once, I came out to take our little dog, Tinky, to go potty, and Gyp, my border collie/blue heeler cross, let me know we had a visitor, an Aramdillo, aka, "Junior." He was stuck with his nose to one of the dog houses, so I pulled the dog house out, hoping he would go behind it and find his way out. As you can see, the next morning, Junior hadn't gotten the message. Have you ever had to mess with an armadillo? They have poor eyesight, act not very smart, and grunt and jump like a pig. I don't know why, but I've always called them Junior.