We all can be impulsive from time to time. We don’t think before speaking or can behave recklessly. I size up most situations, but sometimes it’s difficult to anticipate the reactions to our actions.
I’ll never understand my dog, Roxy. She’s a Bichon who is pint-sized at a whomping fifteen pounds of fur and energy. She’s submissive to us although she can be “independent” like most dogs.
When a dog is about Roxy’s size, she will play for hours. The kennel workers love her since she is “gregarious” and “super friendly,” much like her owner. She shies away from larger dogs.
With coyotes she gets a Wild Hair. We have a pack who frequently sniffs around our yard. It’s a part of living in Boulder County. We live in their territory. I respect them and try to stay out of their way.
Roxy doesn’t see it that way. She thinks she owns this plot of land and God help anyone or thing that trespasses.
My office is upstairs with the best views of the house. While typing yet another query letter late yesterday afternoon, Roxy sat in her usual spot up on the back of couch. She likes to keep a watchful eye from her perch.
She growled and then barked. I assumed someone walked by with a dog. I kept typing. When she flew off the couch and rocketed through the house with a frenzied howl, I knew it was trouble. That particular yap is reserved for coyotes.
I peeked out the window and there it was. A huge male coyote strutted through the yard. Either a half-breed or fat and sassy after a summer of munching rabbits, it resembled a wolf. It was nothing like the straggly coyotes I am used to seeing.
Adrenaline pumped and I bolted after her while screaming, “Roxy! Come!” The doggie door swung shut.
“Oh shit!” I said and ran as fast as I could down the steps. As my feet hit the floor, I heard her yelping. It was more like a scream. My heart clenched.
It must have her in his mouth!
I was dusk. Guilt trickled into my gut knowing this is the coyotes’ favorite hunting time. It was a quarter moon so they start early. I should have shut her doggie door an hour ago.
I followed the sound of her high-pitched shriek to the back door where she re-entered. Thank God! For a moment I wondered if the coyote tried to scoot through after her. I found Roxy panting and barking at the back door. As I lunged to close it, she slipped outside again. She continued barking as if to say, “Neener neener neener. You can’t get me!”
Are you freakin’ kidding me? I opened the door and demanded she come inside. There was no sign of the coyote. She sulked and obeyed. I locked her doggie door.
She rip-roared through the house to my study while I caught my breath. Roxy growled and barked for another hour. It never occurred to me that she had been bit.
Later I noticed she licked her flank. She bled from four puncture wounds. The coyote had her in its mouth! How did she get away?
Roxy, being pretty agile for a seven-year-old, side-stepped the shaggy beast’s mouth full of sharp teeth. It didn’t get a good hold of her.
I pieced together the story:
Roxy ran right up to that coyote and warned it to stay off her property. “GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN!”
It must have looked down at the puffy and white, ridiculous creature circling him. “You are the dumbest dog I’ve ever met.”
“GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN!” She raised her miniature hackles.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” asked the coyote amazed at the ignorance of this pesky creature.
“GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN!” Roxy bared her teeth with a mouth the size of a half dollar.
The coyote rolled his eyes. “I am Adolf, alpha-male of my pack.”
Oblivious to the importance of his pecking order, Roxy continued yapping. “GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN!”
The coyote yawned and then said, “You bore me and your pitchy bark is giving me a headache.”
“GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN! GET OFF MY LAWN!”
This is too easy. He snapped at her.
Roxy screamed like it took a hunk out of her side. “HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME!”
“You didn’t see that coming?” Adolf shook his mangy coat and trotted toward the scent of a rabbit hiding in the thicket.
Roxy barked all night.
Do I think she was scared? Sure she was, she even tried to weasel into our bed. I suspect that coyote has lurked around our yard the last few nights.
Do I think she will attack another coyote? Hell, yes.
The doggy door is shut until further notice.
The vet concurred with Adolf. “You have a very stupid dog,” he said while filling her prescription for antibiotics.
This might be a safer place for her. Ha!
Happy Birthday, Danny! Woohoo!
Can you believe a small dog can be delusional? Where does she get her fearlessness? Do you feel for Adolf’s sensitive ears?
Related post: Roxy. The Bravest Bichon in the West?
I’m surprised Adolf didn’t have a seizure from laughter when he saw Roxy in that purple outfit.
She was bare naked when she faced him down, but I still think he laughed at her brazen behavior! 🙂 Ridiculous.
Eek, glad it wasn’t worse! I often think domestic animals behave oddly because they retain part of their wild instincts, but they’re generally protected by us, so aren’t always as streetwise as they think they are, and hence don’t always make the best decisions! We have three cats, we don’t have any dogs but we sometimes have dogs to visit – all three of our cats have a healthy initial wariness of dogs, but then if it becomes clear that it’s not a cat-chasing dog, they sometimes push it too far – a few weeks ago we had a dog stay over, he was a mixed breed, fairly big, labrador sized, didn’t take much notice of the cats, and at one point he was eating his dinner and one of my stupid cats went over and shoved his head into the food bowl next to the dog’s mouth! What a wally, even the most gentle dog can turn if you mess with its food! But thankfully the dog didn’t react at all.
I think you are spot on! That’s exactly why she did it. She reacted by instinct, but has no clue how dangerous it is. This being the first time she has been bitten by one, maybe she will learn….. or not.
Your cat is just as brave! Ha!
You are a rare gem, Susie!
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How terrifying! How alarming to lose sight of Roxy, but to hear her squeal! She obviously doesn’t see herself as “just” a ball of fluff! LOL! She may not have a lot of common sense, but you have to admire her desire to protect her turf. I don’t now if a doggy door is a great thing for such an impetuous pup! 🙂
You’re right and I’ve closed the door for most of the winter. The vet thought it would be safe around noon, but I need to be around to watch, just in case.
We have flocks of geese that squeakily honk overhead before splashing into the pond in the backyard and at first I thought it was them. When I realized it was her, I just about had a heart attack. She is super lucky. 🙂
I love your delusional dog Roxy. I’ve always adored Bichons and yours is the bombdiggity. Great story, but I can only imagine how fast your heart must have been pumping when you realized what was going on. Glad all is well. Will the doggy door ever be opened again?
She is delusional and thinks she’s enormous! Ha! I can laugh now, but boy was that scary. I don’t open the door very often, only during midday when I’m watching her. Next spring when the yard is filled with baby rabbits, it will be safe again. 🙂
Thanks, Ally and Happy Thanksgiving!
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I’m so glad it wasnt any worse and I hope she’s healing.
My Gertie is half bichon and she’s also quite fearless. She would never bear her teeth at anyone or anything (we have a yorkie who is quite proud to do that, it’s his “thing”, he does it all the time to his stuffed rats), she is a barker at heart. Of course, in her backyard, the thing to bark at is squirrells, which don’t normally fight back (although she has had it out with a bird or two, and has stalked frogs on occasion, to what end I’m not sure).
Thanks so much, Jay! She only has one little scab left after a week of healing. She was never tender in that spot which is unbelievable. It must not have had time to bite down. My guess is Roxy burst its ear drums with her squeal before it really nipped her. She does that around big dogs. Either that or the coyote was laughing too hard to sink its teeth into her. 🙂
Jay beat me to it – reading his made me think of our lil’ Gertie too!
She’s lucky, you’re lucky. I’d buy a lotto ticket, quick and not let her out at dusk without supervision. Not dumb, protective of her pack – you and Danny. Happy Birthday! Bichon’s are tough. Our pup – a Brittany Spaniels weighs in at about 50 and I’m not sure how she’d fare with a coyote – we have ’em here, too. I always worry when she barks and I let her out, we have an invisible fence which keeps her in, but doesn’t keep other critters out. She got a squirrel a month or so ago – after years of chasing ’em and a bunny last winter, but a coyote… I am not so sure.Hope you had a great Thanksgiving.
Thanks, Clay! She is one lucky pup. We’ve been keeping her inside where she is safe. A coyote has been hanging around the yard, so it’s a good place for her. She’s not much of an outdoor dog anyway. Good thing!
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Well, they do say it’s all about the fight in the dog.
And how fast they are when running away!
I like your dog’s style, Susie!
She knows when she’s “on camera ” and poses for me. Ha!
The dog’s a ham!
Wat too cute. Just dropping by to say I hope you and yours had a terrific Thanksgiving and long holiday weekend!
Thanks so much, Phil! I hope yours was fantastic and delicious.
always something to be grateful for these days, eh. You gotta love a bad dog in purple
Right??? She rocks that snowsuit. I’m not sure a coyote would know what to do with that polyester. Blechhh!
We are grateful that her little legs carried her away quick enough!
sometimes intention is more powerful than muscle
Her winter outfit is very cute….may she be around for a long time. My partner’s mother had a dog similar breed to yours and yes, she yapped from the living rm. window. A good protector for a 85+ yr. old woman.
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