We've heard them singing in the early evening when they leave their den to go hunting. It makes the hair on our backs stand up.
We've smelled their scent on the breeze. It makes us worried and confused. Are they dogs? Or what?
We've found their poop and pee on our driveway in the early morning. We "counter-marked" our territory by peeing on their markings.
This morning they crossed the line and invaded our territory IN BROAD DAYLIGHT!!!
At about 8 am, we spotted a coyote brazenly walking up the drive (just on the other side of the hedge in the photo) looking for a Chiweenie snack! Finding none of us available for fine dining with him, he cut down through the ground squirrel colony and drifted silently out of sight.
Now the enemy has violated this unspoken agreement and has come looking for us on our own time and turf.
The humans broke out the weapons and armed each of us to the teeth - guns, knives, gernades, flame throwers and bazookas.
We are ready to defend our home and property! We are the Sons (well, mostly Daughters) of Liberty!
We are prepared to fight to the last dog to protect Chiweenie Acres from this invasion.
We WILL stand firm! We WILL prevail!
(Now can someone please tell us how we're supposed to use these weapons when we have no opposable thumbs?)