Another skirmish today, and the armadillo lived to dig another day. The dogs spotted our resident armadillo early this evening when we headed out to escort the cow back to her stall in the barn. As usual, it leaped, bounced, zigged, zagged, then dived down the nearest burrow. Blue, the old Aussie, dug as fast as he could, showing the pup how it’s done. 
You’ve got live armadillos??? I’ve never seen a live one before. All I’ve seen are dead ones on the side of the road. *g*