So, I just took the dog out and heard what can only be described as the sound of a dog in pain and fear. Mrs. W. stood stock still in the yard and I strained in the dark to hear what I could hear, but it was obvious that some thing(s) were harrassing the dogs in the pen across the pike.
I called to my dog, but she was frozen. I clapped and she turned and ran in the house.
I hope everything is okay. I’m ready for the coyotes to move on, I think.
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