
About every 15 minutes, he'd jump up and run to the other end of the kennel, nails slipping the whole way, then he'd bark.
I finally got up and spotlighted the pasture. There was a dozen glowing eyes shining back at me. Coyotes, I muttered. They'll leave now.
I let Tex out, so that his nails wouldn't wake us and I went back to bed.
15 minutes later, he's barking. Then Stryker is barking inside the house. I went back outside with the spotlight. This time, they were on the opposite side of the house - only it wasn't coyotes. Deer. And lots of them. That put me in a good mood!
I brought Tex in and put the dogs in their spots to sleep. Of course, Tex was hot and panted loud enough to wake the dead!
Living in the country is terrible, ain't it?
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