Just a quick update on Jake — he is back to his jaunty old self today, although a little more punctured than usual. If you missed the story, scroll down to Friday’s entry.
Actually, his wounds are healing up quite well. A little too well, as we are supposed to keep them open so any infection can weep out, but they keep scabbing over. Yeah, yuck, I know. We go to the vet tomorrow for another look, but he’s doing great.
As for the coyote that bit him, it looks like there’s not much that we can do, other than keep a close watch on our dogs. Animal control won’t pick up wild animals, and the Dept. of Conservation simply has a policy of “coexistence.”Â Normally, I’m all for live and let live, my friends, but what about my little boy (and I’m talking about Auggie here)?
Oh, he should be okay, because Jake is about as big as a coyote will eat. Plus, coyotes are supposedly scared of humans.
Uh-huh. Excuse me while I scoff in your general direction.
Anyway, the whole situation is really involved and boring, so I won’t go on and on about brush piles and habitat and nuisance animals and noisemakes and blah, blah, blah. Suffice to say that if I even see this thing again, I know a grandpa with a deer rifle who can get the job done.
Ooh, I feel like Tony Soprano or something!