Me on coyotes

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There I was, under my favorite blanket, all warm and cozy, safe in the arms of Morpheus in my peaceful sleep. Then, it happened. Somewhere, out of the distant ancestry of my pitty mix, the Hound of the Baskerville awoke. In that instant she let out an almost blood curdling bay/bray/howl/bark, that had me awake in an instant and on my feet, heart pounding as I tried to wake up mid stride to see what the hell just happened . Outside my bedroom window I heard the source that woke the Hound, it was the freakish yipping of coyotes. Right. Outside. My Bedroom. In my front yard no less!

The dogs were stirred up the rest of the night. I never truly found sweet Morpheus again. And this, dear friends, is why I hate those brazen freaks of the canine world otherwise known as coyotes.
 
There I was, under my favorite blanket, all warm and cozy, safe in the arms of Morpheus in my peaceful sleep. Then, it happened. Somewhere, out of the distant ancestry of my pitty mix, the Hound of the Baskerville awoke. In that instant she let out an almost blood curdling bay/bray/howl/bark, that had me awake in an instant and on my feet, heart pounding as I tried to wake up mid stride to see what the hell just happened . Outside my bedroom window I heard the source that woke the Hound, it was the freakish yipping of coyotes. Right. Outside. My Bedroom. In my front yard no less!

The dogs were stirred up the rest of the night. I never truly found sweet Morpheus again. And this, dear friends, is why I hate those brazen freaks of the canine world otherwise known as coyotes.

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Last time at the cabin, there were wolves, howling, yipping and carrying on.
 
and I just want to add, that me and critters usually stay on pretty amiable footing. MOst domesticated critters seem to like my company, or at least they don't seem offended by me. The wild things, I generally admire from a distance. But if carrying out their nocturnal shenanigans under my bedroom window becomes a habit for these...beasts, I may go all Alma Fudd on them and load the rifle.
 
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I thought you were going to describe some morning where you had to chew your arm off to escape a bed of bad sex.
 
I yelled at a coyote on the way to work once. He was just strutting down the side of the road, in no rush whatsoever. (It wasn't too far from a nature preserve.)

He looked at me, totally unimpressed, blinking his eyes. I probably could've walked right up to him and he wouldn't have moved.
 
I yelled at a coyote on the way to work once. He was just strutting down the side of the road, in no rush whatsoever. (It wasn't too far from a nature preserve.)

He looked at me, totally unimpressed, blinking his eyes. I probably could've walked right up to him and he wouldn't have moved.


He was daring you. sneaky fecker probably had the pack waitin just beyond the side ditch.
 
Sorry, it wasn't my intent to offend. :)

Noooo you didn't offend!! oh goodness no!!

I, on the other hand had thoughts such as "Oh, <insert poster's name...pick one of many, any one will do> has never invited me into their bed.

There are more, but most people here think I'm nice n stuff.
 
Noooo you didn't offend!! oh goodness no!!

I, on the other hand had thoughts such as "Oh, <insert poster's name...pick one of many, any one will do> has never invited me into their bed.

There are more, but most people here think I'm nice n stuff.

I'm glad then, and more so because you always have been nice.

Still...your response was funny, as I inserted my own Litster's names into your statement.
 
I'm glad then, and more so because you always have been nice.

Still...your response was funny, as I inserted my own Litster's names into your statement.


It's funnier when you can pick from your own list,isn't it??





I'm not all that nice sometimes but sssshhh it's a secret
 
I've had coyote ruffs on all my polar parkas. They're not the best, but they certainly beat that synthetic fake fur crap.
 
There's a coyote trail at the brink of the canyon 25' from our bedroom. We sleep with the sliding glass door cracked open most of the year. I've been awakened more then a few times by a combination of coyote yip/howls and my Heeler growling and slamming against the door as he tries to get out. The first couple of times was a start. Now I wake and lay listening to them sing a lullaby to the night sky. It never lasts very long. My Heeler is always pissed though 'cause I won't let him out. Dumb shit doesn't know what he'd be in for.



Comshaw
 
We had a pack here in town (seriously in town, near a major mall), caterwauling away every few nights seemingly at random. Haven't heard them since xmas, though. Dunno if animal control got them, or they just moved on.
 
Paris Hilton's pooch was taken by coyotes.
Awful story actually, once you get past the ridiculous protagonist.
 
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We have them in my neighborhood. Our street ends at a couple mile stretch of woods and they come wandering down the street at night.

One night it was about three am and I look out the window and the street all foggy and there's four of them strolling down the middle of the street.

I have two German Shepherds and they go insane when they hear and smell them. The last time they were in the yard when the Coyotes were around they damn near tore down the stockade fence trying to get at them.

Last year Coyotes ate the two little dogs down the street when they got out of their yard:(
 
Last year Coyotes ate the two little dogs down the street when they got out of their yard:(
Horrible…
After hearing of such stories, my nephew started having nightmares & getting up during the night to check that their dog hasn't gone outside. Cute fella…
 
I could do without interacting with either coyotes or wolves. They both had a go at my goat herd and lured out a pup our uncle had into an ambush. With the several runins I had while there, it makes me wary enough to be warning my kids to stick together when out at the farm and stay within visual of an adult as a game trail runs right smack down the Far side of the house through a growth of sumac trees.
 
There I was, under my favorite blanket, all warm and cozy, safe in the arms of Morpheus in my peaceful sleep. Then, it happened. Somewhere, out of the distant ancestry of my pitty mix, the Hound of the Baskerville awoke. In that instant she let out an almost blood curdling bay/bray/howl/bark, that had me awake in an instant and on my feet, heart pounding as I tried to wake up mid stride to see what the hell just happened . Outside my bedroom window I heard the source that woke the Hound, it was the freakish yipping of coyotes. Right. Outside. My Bedroom. In my front yard no less!

The dogs were stirred up the rest of the night. I never truly found sweet Morpheus again. And this, dear friends, is why I hate those brazen freaks of the canine world otherwise known as coyotes.

Just one? Wait till you hear a whole gaggle of them.

You know how they say a ducks quack doesn't echo? Well coyotes do, three or four will convince you you're surrounded.

Ishmael
 
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