Mom was out picking up poop…. I know, I know…not a savory subject to talk about, but still. Well, Poop Happens and since I’m a dog and, well, I think you understand.
So Mom was out going over the lawn with two plastic bags in her hand, she was holding a plastic bag and had her hand in a plastic bag; I watched her so I know.
Anyway up and down and back and forth she went bending over and scooping up then dropping into one bag, suddenly she stopped.
“Oh! No!” Mom exclaimed.
I rushed right over to where she stood and looked at POOP!
“Boomer, this is coyote poop and it’s right in the grass, right here on the lawn!” This is NOT a good thing!”
Mom continued on with her ‘duty’, then deposited the two white bags and headed into the house.
I waited outside on the sidewalk.
Then out came Dad and Mom. Mom walked right over to the coyote poop and told Dad she was going to set up a game camera to see what is going on.
Dad agreed.
I wagged my tail. I could tell her, but she wouldn’t understand what I was saying.
Mindy zipped over in her little Mindy cat dance, “What’s all the fuss, Boomer?”
“Coyote Poop.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I don’t like hanging around outside in the dark too much anymore” Mindy replied to me.
“Let’s follow Mom and see what she is up to,” I took off after Mom.
“Oh! Game Camera!”
Mom put it on the long, long, lane and one looking at the lawn.
Then we waited.
Two days later Mom went out and got the camera, took it upstairs and
Yep. Coyote. Mindy and I knew that.
Then Mom set her foot down…will not really, she always sets her foot down when she walks,
but this time she told me “No running off, Boomer! No adventures. None! And no sleeping outside, just because you want too.”
Then she looked very sternly at me “You understand, Boomer?”
I said I did, for you see I already knew.
It just took Mom a long time to figure out.
I looked at her and whapped the tip of my tail on the kitchen floor. Little tiny whaps…just so she could understand, I understood, that if I stayed outside or ran off on an adventure Mom would not be happy with me.
So here we are…living in Coyote Country right in the yard.
Boomer
