Now that the days contain three hours of light...our morning constitutional is taken in the very early dawn. Lovey is not fond of the darkish. We totter down the steps from the front deck to the path, scattering rabbits in every direction. Scrappy is not interested in wildlife. Lovey is too spooked to care and I have a firm grip on "Killer's" leash. All 10 lbs of him.
The road is nice and quiet and the sheep - for a change - just stare at us without bleating. Our first encounter this morning involved a good-sized black and white 'kitty'. Not. Pepe le Pew was about 30 feet in front of us, waddling across the road. Knowing that I did not have to fear some lunacy from Scrappy or Lovey, I scooped up "Jaws" and waited politely until PleP was well out of sight. Down went "Snapper" and off we went, Lovey glued to my ankles. The rest of the walk was uneventful, until we turned to head back home.
A very, very large coyote came out of the field and stopped in the middle of the road and stared at us. Once again, I scooped up the "Morsel on a Leash", this time with Lovey AND Scrappy stuck to my side, and waited politely. For a long time. I swear he was waiting for me to blink. I didn't. He finally ambled across the road and up the hill into the woods. We waited for another long moment before we started off. I did not put the morsel down until we were on our driveway.
*You will notice that Pepper/Pepperoni/Killer/Snapper/Jaws/Stinky/HeyYou has many aliases.