... every night, every blessed night. And our new puppy Savannah believes she has to bark at every coyote she hears, no matter the time. We wanted her to bark when she hears unusual noises, and she's doing just that. However, I'm hoping that she soon learns that coyotes howling at two o'clock in the morning is just about as usual as a noise can get out here in the hills.
As a result of last night's (early morning, actually) barking-at-the-coyotes at 1:45, 4:15, and 5:30, Savannah has been sleeping for most of the day. I wish I could say the same, but I'm not typically a day-time-sleeping sort of person, and for me to even take a nap in the middle of the day I have to be either sick or up-all-night the night before.
So as I type this, the coyotes are somewhere off in the woods sleeping, and Savannah is sound asleep near the little table in the breakfast room. She has barely played with her toys today, and except for some barking at the handyman who's outside helping my husband, Savannah has been resting and/or sleeping inbetween her morning walk and her noon-time walk. I think if I just relax in this chair and put my head back, I could easily fall asleep myself, but I'm fighting that because then I won't be able to sleep tonight.
There have been a lot of coyotes lately, more so than usual, on many more nights than usual. And most of them sound very close, as if they're right out in the backyard here. I've been letting Gatsby sleep in the house on most nights, even though he's smart enough to hide when he hears the howling of the coyotes. And Mickey is safely tucked away in the garage and the coop at night, so he's fine.
If I can just convince Savannah that barking at the coyotes is a waste of her puppy-time, we'd all get a good night's sleep around here.
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