Farley here,
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.
Woof Woof
Creative Story Editors 
You should ask your humans for a dog brother or sister.
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I did. They are thinking about it.
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Coyotes sound as if they could be dangerous neighbors. Here in NE UK we have similar packs, and probably driven closer to civilization by the snow, we also hear their barking, yipping and howling cries. They may have two legs and drink a lot of beer, but they can be just as dangerous.
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🙂 I didn’t know coyotes drink beer. Kristina never lets me have any.
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