California Corgi

Friday wasn’t the first time I’d run into a coyote while walking my dog in the hills of the Fremont Older Space Preserve, but I’d never seen one trot so confidently towards me and my pup across the open field.

He was moving pretty fast. As soon as I spotted him coming our way, I turned my body to face him, picked up Dargo and stared right at the wild dog, making low, loud gutteral sounds — a cross between a cowboy’s hollering “Whoa!”, and a growling Tom Waits song, circa the Rain Dogs album.

I could feel Dargo’s heart thumping powerfully against mine. He stayed still and quiet in my arms.

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Dargo loves the beach.

Water, digging, running. What’s not to love?

The great thing about running on the beach, like herding, is that it wears him out completely. He’s been napping all afternoon, which is why I’ve actually had time to post this!

And if you’re curious to know what it means to have a high energy dog, take a look at what he runs like when he’s tired.

See the difference?

Exactly!

He wouldn’t know when to stop. We have to put him in his pen so he remembers to sleep. But once he’s out, he’s out.