I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There’s a stranger around. I scented that outside.
Me: A coyote.
Me: Yeah. He was sitting out in the open in the middle of the afternoon. We think he may be sick, but nobody saw where he got off to.
Stella: What will happen to him?
Me: I am praying for the Great Creator to take him if he is sick. That would be best for him and everybody else.
Stella: Are we safe?
Me: Our fences are secure and their high enough that a coyote should not be able to scale them. Still and all…
Stella: I know. Don’t talk to any strangers.
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