I broke out in a fast trot then, with one cheek turned over my shoulder. You know, I’ve been in this situation before, but I was on a horse. So I wanted to get a fair distance between me and the wild animal. I figured I’d call to my little dog when I got to a good lookout point–you know away from any brush where I was now sure the unexpected was bound to jump out at me at any moment. And then it occurred to me that no matter how tough and big my beefy pug is in his mind, he bears a strong resemblance to a rabbit…especially to a coyote.
I yelled for him at the top of the hill.
Walked a little further. Called his name again.
I made it home.
Hondo took a nice little dive in the stock tank. Tried to get him out. He wouldn’t budge. At least he wasn’t worried.
Called to the pug.
“I think the coyotes got the pug.”
“Hmmm…Really? Why do you think that?”
“Because he looks like a rabbit…and he’s not very smart…and they were swarming me. The coyotes! They were swarming around me.” (I may have exaggerated here, just a little, to get the point across about the urgency of the situation).
“Hmmm. Yeah, he does look like a rabbit.”
I am trying to decide now if dear husband should have been a bit more concerned about the little dog. I mean, if I’m not mistaken, he almost sounded like he was smiling, just a little, over the phone.
Anyway, husband instructed the following: take his pickup and his .22 to scare anything off and go look for the pug.
I called dad for a second opinion.
I took a long time to get my shoes on.
I called to the pug again.
I called husband again.
I took a long time looking for the gun.
I opened the door to face the inevitable, gruesome death of a lap dog…
The pug was home.
At least I got some good cardio, an adrenaline rush and some photos to share of this gorgeous and wild backyard.
But I wish I could ask him what happened out there…he seems pretty shaken up 🙂