The song of coyotes reaches my ears for this first time this winter. Their barking, howling, and yipping echoes around me. A pack is crossing the range on the other side the golf course. They’re barreling through the trees, probably chasing something.
Finn picks up on the noise, and with alert ears and nose, checks for their scent. He’s a city dog and can’t tell the pack is far away. I don’t react much. Call me Mr. Cool.
Finn makes a move, as if to cross the golf course and chase the forest beasts, but Kristina tells him to stay.
He can’t take the excitement and attacks me instead.
Finn’s a goof, but I’m starting to get attached to him. Soon his humans will come and take him away. Bummer. I want him to stay and live with us.