Decided I need to take the gun course and get me a gun. Last week a pack of coyotes wanted to eat my dog. If i had a gun, I would have for sure shot it off. Not to kill them so much but to scare them away. I had just got off of work and came home to let the dog out. It was dark outside. Remember that it is dark at 5 pm right now. I came the house and turned on my computer to check my emails. Of course, being addicted to the internet media, I had to go on facebook, and before you know it, a half hour has gone by. Suddenly, I heard eerie, wierd sounds coming from outside. I jumped up thinking oh my god, my dog had been hurt. So I ran outside and there is my dog sitting staring at the fence. There were these blood-curdling yips and howls. Coyotes. Right on the other side of my back fence. And there is my dog sitting, with his ears cocked, just looking at them. They were pretty friggin close, let me tell you. They were barking and howling and carrying on trying to get him to go under the fence to go play...................... right? Well, the coyotes would be having fun eating him. My dog Mukwa goes under that fence all the time to chase the cows, much to my dismay and my neighbours (who owns the cows). Anyway, there he was just sitting there looking at the coyotes. So I try to get him to come in the house and he takes off around the front of the house. After all, he has been sitting in the house all day and that is boring. "Mukwa, MUKWA!", I call him again and again. And now I am yelling at the friggin coyotes to get lost. I scream bloody murder at them. I am howling back at them, trying to speak their own language. But they don't care, the brazen bullies. Gotta think fast.
I trick Mukwa by saying, "Wanna go for a car ride??" And I get him to jump right in the car. Ok, he is safe for the time being. I continued yelling at the coyotes but they were not stopping. Bold indeed. I was pretty freaked out. I am thinking that next week, I am moving my horses to the back yard. Yikes. But horses are a little too big for a coyote sandwich. I came in the house and they continued yipping trying to convince Mukwa to get out of that car for another 15 minutes. Then I heard their howling and yipping get fainter and fainter as they wandered off, realizing that their "play buddy" was not coming out to play. Off to look for another target. I happened to be going to town that night anyway so I wasn't really lying to Mukwa. I think he was happy to have an out and not look foolish being dragged into the house in front of those wild ones. Gotta maintain your dignity. Oh boy, this country living sometimes. Yes, maybe a gun licence is a good thing out here.
