Out the door around 7:30: the little dawg and I head out for her favorite route, circumnavigating the park.
It’s a beautiful morning. Clear, not too smoggy, cool enough to be just this side of cold but not really cold. And as we trot along, who should we come nose-to-nose with but…oh yeah! Wile E. Coyote…
Ohhh shee-ut.
What could make a more delicious breakfast than a 30-pound corgi?
Fortunately, I happen to have in hand a shilelagh that passes as a walking stick — carried for just such an encounter.
Dayum.
Wile E. is the reason I can’t just let Ruby out in the back yard to do her thing, whilst I go on about my business fixing breakfast or dinner. The local coyotes will ghost right over your six- or eight-foot backyard wall and take off with your dwarfish dog.
At any rate…we make our way past the local wildlife without incident. Short-cut through Lower Richistan without incident — probably because a fair number of workmen are out puttering around. Make it back to the house without incident. Hallelujah.
ohhhh well. Give me a four-legged predator over the two-legged variety, any time.
😮