Cruising up a quiet street when a random thought pops into my brain: Huh, we haven't seen a coyote in a while; though this is definitely a street on which we'd see one.
A minute later as we crest the hill over the freeway, about 50 feet in front of us... Coyote! Ohhh man!!
I immediately recall the last time we saw a coyote -- dogs went nuts and it took me 20 minutes to calm them down.
Today: Dogs. Barely. Flinch.
I've been working with them to stay calm as other animals/people pass by. We slow down to stop when I see they're getting antsy to go "play" with the coyote as it heads to the other side of the road to go down the embankment. A truck that was coming up behind us pulls into the center of the street just as we're slowing down. A man gets out and walks over to where the coyote went. I'm thinking he wants to take a picture of it when I see him pull out his phone.
He returns, sees us still sitting there and says he'll call animal control, and then continues with the following:
"As a postman, I come across a fair amount of dogs fighting or a dog going after a kid; I don't even think of what will happen to me as I jump in the middle to stop it, I just want to protect them. So when I saw the coyote and then you -- a young lady with her dogs -- I wanted to get between you two to protect you in case it came back for your dogs." **He pauses for a second.** "But now looking at that dog on your right (Herc), I see he could have easily handled that coyote!"
We laugh at that and talk a moment or two more as I thank him for his instinct to protect us.
Whether it was "just" a coyote or even something more threatening, most people would have driven on by. Especially if they were on their way to work. Thanks Mr. Postman!
And then of course after such an exciting adventure, the pups immediately took to napping after breakfast.