Flying Poodles

Up at dawn…

I pretty much get up at dawn–literally–all year around. Around here, in the summer, that means 5 AM or so. This morning I had to wake up Dancer to go downstairs and go out. Twice.

But we got to the front door and Elly began to howl. When she makes that noise I usually look out the door, quickly. I’ve seen deer, a bobcat, bunnies. Sometimes nothing. This morning it was a pair of coyotes. They left at a speedy trot when they heard Elly.

Then I took the girls out. It was pretty hard to hold onto Elly–she wanted to go chase them down. Not clear to me if she wanted to join them and leave the wild life or tell them to stay out of her territory.