Walking down the street in the early morning, Kelly stopped, sniffed the air, looked around, and suddenly, somehow escaped the collar and leash. Down the street he raced – alert, curious, guarded. The bereft owner screamed, commanding Kelly to stop, to come back. Suddenly Kelly, healthy, young, well trained, became deaf.
There it was – a beautiful coyote, sauntering down the street looking things over.
Kelly stopped – the coyote stopped and decided to have some fun – running around after each other, stopping to look each other over, then sat to rest – enjoying the moment.
The coyote lay down, stomach on top, ready for a belly rub. Kelly looked the coyote over. Rest time over – the coyote got up and wandered off.
Kelly’s owner, still screaming, welcomed Kelly home. All was well.
Kelly had a new friend.
Maybe we should consider wildlife as a new friend.