Otis was trembling, and we thought poor Buddy might have tangled with a coyote and was out there hurt somewhere. Just as Larry started getting on boots, etc. I looked out on the front porch, and there was Buddy, looking at me like, "What?" I think it must have been an angry raccoon they tangled with, and Otis got the worst of it. Whew.
|Where is that Buddy? Who knows, he was probably|
hanging out with Larry when I snapped this
shot the other day.
It's one of our biggest fears, and one we can't really protect them from. Coyotes are close by, we know. We can hear them howling at night and often our dogs will howl right along with them, the most mournful sound you can imagine. We keep them in the back room at night, and not just because it's so cold. We worry about them getting mixed up with a coyote pack--and at the same time, we worry about the chickens left in their coop without the dogs out there to scare off any marauders. It's a Catch-22 situation for farm dogs and owners these days, isn't it?
So all is well, anyway. Otis has been babied and fussed over, Buddy got some special treats and Daisy has been busy licking them both.
|Charlie's snoozing spot|
I think the coon won that round but I hope the dogs scared him enough that he'll keep some distance from the house. I'm not counting on it though.
Cats and dogs--what would we do without them?
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