There is a coyote walking the road in front of the house nightly, using the aforementioned packed trail to readily navigate the park. He walks to and fro every night, leaving scat, marking his territory in an area which also happens to be a stretch of road my old and loyal (and male) canine companion has also readily claimed. Much pissing ensues daily, upon our outings; my dog is attempting to reclaim this stretch of road the coyote wandered about and marked the night prior.
The old boy sniffs, tracks, hunts, runs, stops, backtracks, and studies the path his canine ancestor left for him to explore. He loves the daily outings in a new way now, a new challenge, a new exploration, a chance to challenge all who dared cross his urine marked boundaries.
I must admit, the combination of finding a new tea I quite enjoy, mixed with the desire to aid the old boy on his quest to reclaim Schierl Road, I have begun assisting the old fellow, marking a few trees of my own here and there as we walk through these woods.
