Meet Gunsmoke…

Sometimes in life there are times when you can sit back at the stupid things you have done and have a real good laugh. Today I did one of those things. After working hard on the reno’s all morning my mom and I sat down to have a quick bite to eat. As we sat at the table mom commented on how much the dogs were barking. Being in a preoccupied state I replied that they always bark at each other while they play. We continued to eat as the dogs barked like crazy. You must remember that I have a rottweiler and a great dane. They are not small dogs! As we got up to get back to work I took a peek out the window and was shocked by what I saw.
Standing on the TOP of the dog kennel was a coyote!
Now this is where I lost my normal level headed mind and went to lala land. I am normally very scared of coyotes. They are on my list of things that I could have a really bad nightmare about. Ha! Well apparently I love my dogs more than I fear coyotes! I grabbed a broom…yes a broom, and went out there to scare it away. The snow was up to my knees as I reached as far across the fence as I could and I whacked it…
Oh boy! The coyote looked at me like I was nuts. He was on a mission to eat my pups and I had so rudely interrupted!
By this time my mom is hollering from the house for me to get away from the coyote it could have rabies! ( I must add here that she still has her coffee cup in hand…she is not giving up that last sip of coffee for nothing! ) She keeps calling to me that I need to get the dogs inside. Reality has set in and I am now to scared to move. So here I am, standing in a snowbank with barefeet and holding a broom handle while a hungry coyote snarls at me.
Mom gets the dogs inside. It takes a lot of coaxing…they want so badly to finish this fight and I back my way back to the house. Once inside I look out and it is still there. Now I start to panic. What if it jumps inside the fence? I will never be able to get it out! ( there is no gate, only the door to the house ) So I grab my broom handle and head back out…but wait! the photographer in me takes over! I go back inside and trade my broom handle in for my camera!!! I start heading back out and I spy the hot dog sticks leaning against the house. I grab one and go on my way. I snap a few pics and decide enough is enough. I crawl inside the dog kennel and get underneath the coyote. I am yelling at it….”get outta here…you’re not welcome here” Hello?!?! Who says that??? Pfff! I guess me…
I poke it with the hot dog stick and it snarls and bites at me. I am sooo brave with the chicken wire between us…I poke it some more, it snarls, I poke it, it snarls, well you get it. I guess it finally decides it is bored with the crazy lady and jumps down. It runs through the field looking back at me as it does. It is laughing at me…I know it! I decide to call him gunsmoke…come this time tomorrow that is all he will be. Who is laughing now?? ME!! But only at my own stupidity…ummm… I will blame it on the paint fumes;)