Well. In deep thought as my heart rate settles.
At 60˚ and a perfect evening for a stroll, I take off West because the deer are munching the corn to the South. I see a couple of deer and think that they are missing out on the free corn, then I look a little closer and notice they are not deer they are those big coyotes I saw a week ago.
Just about the time I notice they are coyotes, Whipper, who is at my side, spots them and takes off after them. They are about a hundred yards away. One continues to trot into the woods the other has stopped and is watching Whipper approach him, kind of in disbelief. Whipper gets about 30 yards from the coyote and all the sudden 6 MORE coyotes come running full blast out of the woods toward Whipper, they are all yelping, Whipper put on her brakes, turns around and starts running to me at her, part greyhound, blinding speed.
The coyotes are catching up to Whipper and they are about 70 yards from me heading toward me with their blood curling yelps!!!
I reach into my pocket pulled out my - - - -
cellphone, saying -----deleted---- They don't make an app for this--------
They are 60 yards ----- 50 yards----getting real close to Whipper at 40 yards---- at 30 yards they still are coming full speed-----
I raise my hands and YELL as loud As I can, as I run toward them----
They stop. They turn around and run back into the woods. Good ending right---but NO. Whipper seeing them in retreat regains her confidence, turns around and start chasing after them.
One comes back out of the woods to confront Whipper and Whipper is running toward him and he is walking toward Whipper. I raise my hands again, the coyote notices me and slithers back into the brush. Whipper stops turns her head and looks at me, (I put my hands down quickly) content that she save the day.
The end.
Breathing fast- - - - thinking -----what if that would have not worked?
I really need a Plan B.
