When we went outside for the last time of the night, Sparky was pensive.  Not eager to pursue, but concerned and observant.  Something was out there, and he wasn’t sure what.

Sparky didn’t think it was prudent to take a dump, so we came inside.  To minimize wet footprints all over the house, I send him to his crate to wipe his feet.  Sparky wouldn’t go in his crate.  He likes his crate, taking naps in there and going in prior to every meal.  That was odd.

This morning, I was curious for Sparky to investigate the grounds.  He told me about the coyotes, so I documented his report.