Hüsky & The Coyottes...

Naaahh (love matters) --

The dog shite is finite. Dawg eats High grade kibble and some Pork Rib, little bit of grain-free wet food mixed in. The yard poops tend to be compact and non-stinky, less volume compared to the cheapo GMO corn, soy, meat by-product stuff. But yeah, back to the Coyote yarn. Sorry I got into a work vortex, too many chores.

So that night we walk out the usual Woods roads, take the short-cut through the Red Oak patch down the hill to the next Woods road. That Red Oak area, I've been chopping deadfall and clearing brush for a few years, but you can't get a tractor through there. There's some White Ash, Hickory and a few Red Cedar. Some Beech & Black Cherry; Tulip Poplar here & there.

The brush is Multiflora Rose and some stuff that's 3-6 feet tall and dense, don't know the name. It's all over, and birds build nests in the thick stands. Gas-powered hedge trimmers are fine for the upper 2/3 but you need good loppers for the base/trunk that gets 3/4" - 1" in diameter. So it's thick Woods with lots of cover, just Deer trails and not  exactly park-like.

Anyway, tonight's the Full Moon. It's well after Midnight, and Dawg & I are going for a late-night stroll.  This time I'm carrying an axe, after the incident the other night.

That's nice of you gents to offer massages for the Dawg.  He's already got a pretty good batch of  Groupies who(m) scratch his fuzzy head behind the ears & rub his belly. You can brush H.I.M. when you're in the NJ area; he's always shedding.

But back to the earlier narrative. So we're about 1/2 mile out in the Woods, got out of the "Oak grove" and back on the mud road that goes to the Northwest fields. Moon is bright and pretty much directly overhead.  We get to a little bend in the road and all of a sudden, there's a Canine voice howling and a 'Yip'. And then another, and another, I counted 4-5 distinct voices, really close by.  They had to have been within 15-25 yards, in thick brush to our right or Southeast.  These are not local domestic Dogs. The Farm is 120+ acres and we're right in the middle of it. They smelled and/or heard us, and were vocalizing to let us know they knew we're on their turf.

So we're hearing these Coyotes in panoramic 3-D sound, and both of us realize "Holy Toledo, we are outflanked."  First time ever, Hüsky makes a U-turn and heads for home.  He knows that this ain't Dawg-Park and we are outnumbered. He's always got the attitude of "Let's go, we're going, can't you run any faster ??"  I pick up a stout branch in case we get attacked, like that will do anything against a team of wild Doggies. 

After speaking with a buddy who grew up in coyote territory, he explained a few things. These are his theories, not mine. Most likely, they smelled a Male Dog and were attempting to lure him towards the Pack.  They want genetic diversity, and therefore entice domestic Male dogs to mate with the Females.. .

Had my hound been foolish enough to get involved, he would have been fought by the pack leader until thrashed, or deemed Alpha enough to mate. 

The pups are somewhere else. The coyotes hide them away in a safe place and bring food.

Anyhow, I went out that way in daytime, saw a fat Coyote turd in the middle of the Woods road. No, it was not Deer poop, or Raccoon, or Possum. Looks like they are eating squirrels or bunny rabbits.

Went out about 2 AM again, no sign of the pack, but Dawg was a bit hesitant when we got to that stretch. Again, he wanted to turn around and go back home. We did see a young Wabbit on the way back, just chilling in the Moonlight.

Just for the record, Hüsky is a pretty scrappy Dawg.

He grew up with some Chompy Pit Bulls, and knows how to handle H.I.M.self.

Whenever we attend Dog Park, he tends to frolic with the fastest and chompiest Hounds.

But those are all Domestic Dawgs, and Dog-Park = Play-Time.  

Wild Coyotes in the deep Woods are a whole different scene.  Hüsky knew he was in Dawg-Gangster territory and turned around.  

This ain't no Party, this Ain't no Disco,  let's get the Fuck outta Here...

Quadruple  JJ --

This Hüsky is my Best Friend.  We get along darn well. 

If  I should happen to drop Dead, then He will need a new, cushy Home.

There's already a bunch of Folks who(m) say they would adopt H.I.M. if so.

My criteria is liek, are you mainly self-employed, and also an exercise-Freak ??

We go 5-6 Mile Bike rides (about) every other day, leash-walks of 2-3 miles every day, Swimming in Rivers & Lakes when it's Hot.

He also likes to frolic in  large Hardware stores like 'Home Despot' or 'Lowes'.  

So over the last 5-6 years we've had Coyotes killing the farm-raised Sheep.  Easy target, tasty snack.

Got a couple snapshots of the predator on  'wildlife-camera'.

Looks like a Blonde Shepherd-Husky style dog, 70-90 lbs.

So I think LLTD was having a hissy fit at me... Not Señor Coyotte...

One of those Hüsky envy - ists who(m) wishes their Gerbil would fetch the slippers or bark at the meter-reader.  And that Gerbil will never learn to Bark, no matter how hard you try.  Fact is, Hüsky don't bark; terrible Watchdog.  He knows how to Fetch, but it's not in his scene.  He has Huge Skills:  running far, pulling sleds or Bikes, Sleeping late. 

Also He is a Chick Magnet.  All the Wimmenz just wet  themselves over  H.I.M.   He loves it.  They scratch his fuzzy ears, and whisper Sweet Nothings.

I admit, I may s;hare too many Hüsky tales with the Zone. But I've got no touring Bands or Pizzeria RV to speak of. 

That Hound is all I've got, and I'm lucky to have met H.I.M. and provided a Good Home.