Ranch Tales: All That's Missing Are The Anvils Out Here.

Early this morning, I saw Dog trot by the window, then quickly spin, hackles raised and chase after something, growling like a very tough animal all the while. All of two seconds later, she came racing past the window again, this time tail tucked and very much running for her life.

I stumbled out the door before I had time to cover myself as, um, may be deemed proper for a lady six months pregnant. There under the Live Oak, I ran face-to-face with a damn coyote in hot pursuit of Dog.

The coyote took my convincing, but took it's time leaving once it crossed the fenceline. With a little louder yelling, more frantic gesturing, and creative cursing on my part, the thing finally trotted into the prickly pear and cedar.

Next step: make sure the coyote didn't get ahold of Dog. I circled the house calling, but she was nowhere to be found. I was growing a little worried, until I made it back around and she came slinking out of the kitchen door I'd left hanging open, looking quite embarrassed.

Mom's visiting soon enough, and she's coming bearing a gun. Until then, I am sure that a bare-ass pregnant lady yelling will scare off most predators. In other news, the UT pest crew just made a surprise visit to deal with the wasps living the the chimney. Glad they don't keep early hours like the lawn guys.