Bidin~Time
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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.
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.