The Bag Lady has managed to piss away another weekend. She had planned on doing a few things around the house, but the best laid plans.....
The weather has been really mild for the past several weeks, and a lot of snow has melted. There is a crust on the remaining snow that allows the Princess dog to scamper around, exploring places she hasn't been able to access since the snow got too deep.
Saturday morning, the Princess did her customary dance to the door, scarcely allowing it to open all the way before she was running and barking. She does this every morning - almost as though she needs to announce to the rest of the world that she's awake and on the job. (The Bag Lady thinks that perhaps this has more to do with the dog being afraid of the dark than anything else...) Ahem.
The Bag Lady went through her morning routine, pouring hot coffee in her eyes and drinking her contact lens solution... err... something like that, anyway... She had propped herself up in front of the computer and was getting caught up on reading blogs when she realized that the dog was still barking, and it was her "there really IS something going on out there" bark - the one that says she is serious and isn't anyone coming outside to back her up?
The Bag Lady knows better than to open the door when the Princess is in that mode because the Princess thinks you will be right behind her and she runs out to where the danger is, so the Bag Lady peered out the window to try to determine what had the Princess so riled up. She finally spotted a deer. Then she saw another deer. They were in the pasture on the other side of the fence, and the Princess was on the lawn close to the house. THEN the Bag Lady saw a coyote. Then she saw another coyote! And then she witnessed something she had never seen before. The two coyotes were attacking the deer! The deer were defending themselves quite admirably. One coyote would take a run at the deer while the other snuck around behind, but the deer were smart enough to stand side by side, facing opposite directions. When one coyote would take a run at them, one of the deer would kick at it!
The Bag Lady is not sure who the Princess was rooting for, but she certainly was making her displeasure known! The coyotes finally gave up and left the deer alone. And the Princess trotted back to the house, pleased with herself for restoring peace to her domain.