My dog has arthritis and it hurts sometimes; she twists her elbow the wrong way and yelps in pain. We are glad those days are rare, but she gets a narcotic pain pill the vet dispensed for just such occasions when she cries. Last night.
as I was just trying to get some shuteye, the dogs erupted in outrage,
barking from indoors and my neighbor came out and I did too and we
spotted a coyote she pointed out, and I ran in and grabbed my BIG HUGELY
OVERPOWERED flashlight. (I recommend these.)
my OH MY GOD IT'S BRIGHTER THAN ANY I'VE SEEN light, I spied that the
coyote had a partner! Two coyotes! Who slinked away, and I confess they
were not so frightened as to run. Hmmph. I need a bigger flashlight. 40,
50 million candlepower, I'm thinking. My only neighbor went inside.
In all the excitement, my dog heads outside the gate and barks and goes on patrol. Oh great.
call, I beg, entreat, implore. No dice. I of course am thinking if she
doesn't come back, she'll succumb to the narcotic pain pill, and pass
out, and the coyotes will eat her. She's stepping away at a fair rate
trying to get away from Dad, me. Of all the nights she ought to
definitely sleep inside on a Carolina evening, this would be the night.
I had to go chase her down in my night clothes. You don't want to know.