Kickass and his coyote kin


Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that Phyllis and the keeper woke in the middle of the night to a coyote concert just below the house.  It was, in their estimation, a great performance and sounded as if it might be a family group either celebrating a rabbit dinner or a small pack of friends coming home from the successful invasion of somebody’s chicken coop.  It was a classy sound, and it made even the slightest inclination on the part of the keeper to turn on the TV for more political garbage a potential midnight travesty of the highest order.  For his part, Kickass considers the singing of his wild namesake relatives a thing of such beauty he is tempted to join in, and would do so if a cast-iron dog could sing.

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