I've mentioned before how our super awesome pup, Dewey, has a ferocious protective side to him, and this time was no different. Let me back up....
This isn't the first time Dewey has taken on a coyote. A few years ago JC caught him fighting with one in the yard and he went out to break it up. He's been lucky enough to stand his ground and if not come out on top, at least walk away without too many battle wounds. Unfortunately, this weekend wasn't that way.
Saturday morning I found the poor fella in the yard. He'd lost a fight with a coyote. I'm sure the little guy put up a helluva fight, but he was overpowered. I wish I would've heard him and woken up so I could've helped, but I slept through the entire thing. The worst part of it all is Monkey just learned to say Dooo-E and kept saying it over and over again that day. It's incredibly cute and heartbreakingly sad at the same time.
I think we will deal with our sadness in a productive way. Who's up for some hunting?