Corgi Meets Coyote
Sunday, June 1st, 2008Friday 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.