Yesterday I joked about how hard my dogs work. This is Lily at 8 am this morning, letting me know that a coyote had the gall to trit-trot through the meadow across the street.
I know my dog well. This is not a here comes the FedEx truck stance, nor the I hate those Vizslas alarm. This is a predator alert. I had to look for a minute before I, too, could see the coyote weaving through the stand of pine trees. But, look I did, because I trust my dog.
Good Girl, Lily!