Gift of the wild On Christmas, a coyote came to our fence and ever since my dog has been visited by dreams of running with the pack, almost able to catch up but never quite there, lagging, and so her back legs push off as she sleeps in her bed, her eyes squint as if to see between the pickets, beyond the slats shadowed on the ground. She wants to stalk the ducks in the creek, no leash tugging like a conscience, to tip over garbage cans or to rustle among the … [Read more...]