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We get coyotes for neighbors here in LA. They just go walking down the streets at night. A few weeks ago, when I went to fetch Trudy from ND's place, and transport her off to LAX in the dawn hours, as I drove down the street, I saw one just standing in the street at the bottom of the hill, soaked in rain, looking like he was trying to catch a bus downtown or something.

I think he had a job interview he had to get to.

I think he had a job interview he had to get to.

If it was Assistant Manager of Killing and Eating Deer On The East Coast, I hope he got it.

I think he had an interview.

This one is missing a front leg. It looked well healed though, and the remaining front leg is now pratically in the middle. It didn't seem to slow him down. I know we've had a coyote problem in our town for quite a few years, but still, seeing it right in my yard was a little more excitement than I was bargaining for. Also, I still think it was a wolf. I know it wasn't a wolf. But my brain is still yelling WOLF. In fact, so is my mouth. Every few minutes, I just sort of yell out, "WOLF!" Ben is cracking up. Chris is ignoring me.

Stephanie, I know I forgot to say YAY YOU! on even anticipating doing all this. Way to go, new lawyer/mommy-to-be! And best of luck on studying the test, too.

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Gulp. Um, don't go outside?

I think he had a job interview he had to get to.

Bwah!

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Um, nice doggie?

Pictures of my hubby doing his half-ironman triathlon are up. I don't know how he gets around on those skinny legs of his. He would like you to know that the clock does not correctly reflect his time, as they start that clock when the pros begin, and he started in a later wave.

Perhaps I am unwise in the ways of the wild, but I suspect that if you were to make a loud noise or a sudden movement, it would scare the CRAP out of the coyote and send it running.

This would probably also work on a wolf, provided it was solitary, and not with a pack.

Pictures of my hubby doing his half-ironman triathlon are up.

Go Mr. Sparky! Tell him I said "Hi," and "good job!"

It's out of sight now. I just don't really want to go outside and let it sneak up on me. I mean, coyote, man. It could paint a train tunnel with an oncoming train headed right at me. If I see any litter with the words ACME on it, we're skipping Little League, tonight.

Such a cute fella, Sparky! In, you know, a strong, buff, thoroughly iron-manly way.

Ben is cracking up. Chris is ignoring me.

So, situation normal then?