Three weeks ago when Mr. Big and I arrived home from a party at around midnight, we got out of the car to the sound of 5 -6 coyotes howling at the big, beautiful full moon. It was the eeriest and most beautiful experience – but I have to admit, it sent chills up my spine. (side note…why DO they howl at the full moon??). I have occasionally heard one howling nearby, but never a whole pack. It was crazy.
Then on Saturday my Vet called us (and all of their rural clients) to advise us there has been a spike in coyote attacks on dogs, and to be cautious letting your dogs out at night.
Naturally, I awoke at 4:35 AM this morning after a horrible nightmare in which Beans (our small dog) was snatched by a coyote, taken into the woods and eaten. I tried to wake Mr. Big to tell him we need to move, but he was less than appreciative. I then spent the next 20 minutes on the desk in my jammies and a parka, armed with a snow shovel, while the dogs took their sweet time peeing.
As you can imagine, there was no going back to sleep after that.
Send coffee…and perhaps a guard Donkey.