April 25, 2019
It’s my birthday, I’m five years old and my landlady threw me the best party ever. She knows I love chicken and walks, so to celebrate she put some baked chicken her pocket for treats, put on my leash and we headed out for the hills. Are you watching the mental movie? It’s late April, carnivores are just emerging from the long winter, they’re hungry and here comes this chick from Philadelphia with chicken in her pocket. So we’re trotting along and a coyote steps out onto the trail ahead of us. My landlady starts chanting. Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t run. Screw it! She drops my leash and takes off. Seriously, a pale furless two-legged creature wants to race a greyhound? Could I ask for anything better? I was waiting on the porch when she came dragging in all sweaty about 15 minutes later, went to bed and I got to lay on the couch. Best birthday ever!
