
She yips, and moments later in reply you hear the coyotes yip and howl back ... It has gone on for quite awhile some nights, and Callie seems to be quite enjoying herself ...
Currently, the coyotes are unavailable for comment ...
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Your short tale reminded me of a dog called Benson I had way back in Chilcotin days. He was a part Airedale something and not very bright. We lived on a huge expanse of the Chilcotin plateau snug on the shores of One Eye Lake. The coyotes used to sing at night with Benson. Night after night. Finally one night he went out to them. He did not come home. The coyotes said "yum, yum."
Indigo
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